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B.Z. || Fuck, I love everything about you

Summary: A silly argument and your pride keep you apart during the holidays. Your solution was to tease him until the last minute. Warnings: Smut, +18, teasing, oral sex.

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Blaise had never acted that way. Throughout the relationship, you have never spent so much time without talking to each other. However, now things were different.

It all started with a silly argument on the train back home on the summer vacation. It was a good few weeks without exchanging a word, which was totally out of the ordinary for you. This situation made you think that he would break up with you as soon as they arrived at the station again.

The fact that you thought you were not wrong in the discussion contributed to the fact that you did not go to him either, and the pride between you became an increasing barrier.

With the return to school approaching, the expectation of seeing him again cheered you up and made you anxious. You couldn't help but think about what could happen. Would he say anything? If so, what would you say? Would I treat you normally? It was impossible to predict, and these uncertainties tormented you.

On the day of the return, he was there, walking on the train behind Draco, with his haghful posture and distracted look. You felt your heart tighten when you saw him, but soon looked away at Pansy, who was waiting for you at the door of the train. She smiled wide when she saw you approaching, but the forced smile and slightly worried eyes made it clear that she knew that her romantic drama still persisted.

- Haven't they solved it yet? - It was the first thing she said when she hugged you. During the holidays, you had told your friend about the fight, and she assured that Blaise would soon go back, after all, he was completely devoted to you.

- No. - You answered quietly, feeling your voice choke. Separating yourself from Pansy, you followed her into the cabins.

- Let's go to another cabin. Come. - Parkinson pulled his hand firmly, leading it through the agitated students who filled the corridor. The sound of laughter and conversations seemed distant as you let yourself be carried away, lost in your own thoughts.

Upon entering an empty cabin, Pansy closed the door and pulled the curtains, creating a small refuge from the chaos of the train. She sat in front of you, her eyes shining with curiosity and concern.

- Tell me everything. - She said, the soft and encouraging voice.

You started telling her detail by detail, from the little discussion on the train to the prolonged silence that followed. I watched her reaction to each word, noticing how she frowned at times and nodded slightly on others, always keeping her eyes fixed on you.

In the end, Pansy smiled as if the answer was obvious, which left you intrigued.

- What is it? - You asked, feeling your stomach turn with anxiety.

- When you told me they had fought, I thought of something a little more... seriously. - She mocked, a soft laugh escaping from her lips. You couldn't help laughing either, although the concern was still there.

- That's serious! - You exclaimed, but Pansy just laughed in response.

- I didn't know Zabini could be so stubborn with something so small. - She commented, and you rolled your eyes, a smile trying to form on your lips. - Ah, Y/N, come on. This is something very simple to solve. - She said, the confidence in her voice was almost contagious.

- I won't apologize, I wasn't wrong. - You argued, crossing your arms in defense. Pansy sighed and rolled her eyes dramatically.

- You won't apologize, just use some of her feminine gifts. - She cast a malicious look, arching an eyebrow in a suggestive way.

- Pansy, we are not exactly the kind of couple that solves problems with sex. - You answered, your voice a little firmer, although the idea made your face warm up slightly.

- It's okay, but look, this is not something serious to the point that you deny what sex it would solve, wouldn't it? - She smiled, leaning a little forward. - It always works for me.

You reflected on that, your mind coming back the last time you were together, before the fight. His touch, his intense look... maybe Pansy was right. Maybe pride could be put aside for a moment, just enough for you to reconnect.

- I don't know, Pansy... - You comment, feeling insecure, but Pansy insists, your determined gaze.

- Just try. Soon he will be after you again, apologizing for things he didn't even do, and you will thank me. - Parkinson gave a wink, a convinced smile on his lips, finally convincing you. - Let's start right now!

- What? No, he's with Draco there. - You argue, trying to imagine the embarrassing scene that would unfold. But Pansy was already getting up, a determined expression on her face.

- You're not going to climb his lap or anything like that, Y/N. - She rolls her eyes, as if the idea was too obvious. - You're going to innocently sit next to your boyfriend with your short skirt.

She fakes an innocent look as she begins to rummage inside her bag, her agile fingers pushing books and jars of potions to the side until she finds what she was looking for. With a victorious smile, Pansy removes a uniform skirt a little shorter than the one you usually wear, displaying it as if it were a rare piece.

- Wear this. - She orders, extending the skirt to you.

You take the hesitant skirt, watching the fabric while your mind imagines the scene: you entering the cabin, Blaise looking up when he sees you, the short skirt attracting your attention. Your heart rockets just thinking about it.

- Pansy, that's crazy. - You murmur slightly excited, but a part of you already feels tempted. Pansy always had a way to push you out of your comfort zone.

- Trust me, Y/N. - She says, her eyes shining with excitement. - It's going to work.

You change your clothes and finish dressing, feel a little exposed, but a confidence that Zabini would give in to this was something that encouraged you.

- Now, let's go. Merlin, I can't wait to see his face. - Pansy smiles, guiding you back to the hallway.

When they finally reach the cabin, you see Blaise and Draco talking. Blaise looks at you immediately and, for a moment, his gaze is fixed on the skirt. You enter the cabin, trying to act as naturally as possible, although the heart beats hard in the chest. When sitting next to him, the warmth of his body so close makes a shiver run through his skin. The environment seems to vibrate with the proximity, every detail becoming sharper.

You greet, the voice calm and familiar, as if nothing was happening. You cross your legs slowly, allowing the skirt to rise a little more, leaving your thighs on display.

Blaise responds with a stuffy "hi", but you notice the tension in your body. His gaze deviates from his eyes to his thighs scattered on the seat, quickly returning to his face as if he didn't want to be caught looking.

While the conversation flows between the friends who enter the cabin, you remain calm, apparently oblivious to the effect you are causing on him. Draco, Theodore and Lorenzo talk about the holidays, laughing and exchanging stories, but Blaise seems distant, the look getting lost in you at every opportunity.

Pansy sat in front of you, watching everything with a malicious smile. She realizes the impact of your strategy and gives you a slight nod of approval. You keep the conversation casual, playing with friends and smiling, as if you didn't notice the way Blaise struggles to concentrate.

He adjusts his posture several times, clearly uncomfortable, trying to focus on others, but his eyes betray the attention that is on you.

When you lean slightly to pick up a candy from Draco, which was at the tip of the front accents, Blaise almost loses his composure. Your eyes follow the movement of your waist, and you notice at a glance the swallowing of him dry.

You pretend not to notice, keeping your expression carefree. Inside, he feels a mixture of triumph and anxiety, waiting for the moment when he will finally give in and take the initiative to solve the situation between you.

With every laugh shared with friends, the tension seems to increase, creating a silent game between you and Blaise. He knows that you are there, more present than ever, and you feel that, soon, he will no longer be able to resist.

During part of the trip, you leaned your head on his shoulder and fell asleep, your fingers delicately intertwined around his arm. The familiarity of this gesture brought a silent relief to his heart. Despite the stubbornness and silence between you, you knew that he still loved you and took care of you when necessary.

Feeling the soft heat of his body against his, Blaise looked down, watching his legs slowly relax in his sleep. Worried that relaxation could expose more than necessary, he took his coat and carefully covered his legs, adjusting it to ensure that you were comfortable and preserved.

He couldn't help but appreciate the proximity, the feeling of his body resting on his. Every beat of his heart seemed to echo in the silence of the cabin. The torture of not having seen you for so long consumed him, and now, with you there, wearing the shortest skirt possible, as if everything was perfectly fine.

Blaise observed his calm face, the features softened by sleep. He allowed himself a moment of vulnerability, studying every detail, from the eyelashes that rested on his cheeks to the slight movement of his breathing.

The arrival at Hogwarts was marked by the familiar buzz of students getting off the train and heading to the castle. The night was cool, and the moon shone brightly, illuminating the way to the carriages pulled by testralliums. Blaise and you went down together, but the tension between you was still palpable. You, however, kept happy, talking excitedly with Pansy and the other friends.

Upon entering the Main Hall, the environment was illuminated by thousands of floating candles, and the long tables were already full of hungry students. They sat at Slytherin's table, you on one side, Blaise on the other, and the friends around. Dinner started with the sound of laughter and conversations echoing through the hall.

While you laughed and talked to Pansy and Draco, Blaise seemed quieter, focused on his plate. He looked at you from time to time, a mixture of frustration and fascination in his eyes. Every laugh of his seemed like a reminder of how much he missed you, and the tension he carried bothered him more every minute.

You, on the other hand, were completely at ease, smiling and having fun. The presence of your friends, the familiarity of Hogwarts and the proximity of Blaise, even if tense, gave you a sense of comfort.

In a moment, while you laughed at a joke Pansy told, she leaned over to you and whispered excitedly:

- I said it would work. - she said, her eyes shining with satisfaction.

You glanced at Blaise, who looked away quickly, trying to disguise it. A malicious smile appeared on your lips, and you went back to talking to Pansy, satisfied with the progress.

- He's still not apologizing for things he didn't do. - You mock and Pansy laughs discreetly, approaching you again and whispering.

- That's just a matter of time, believe me!

The dinner continued, and although Blaise was still tense, you knew it was only a matter of time until he finally broke the silence. You felt that, little by little, pride and stubbornness were giving way, and the inevitable proximity of Hogwarts would do the rest.

[...]

In the days that followed, Blaise thanked Merlin for not wearing those short skirts that made him lose his mind so much. Of course, your beauty always caught his attention, but it was easier to ignore when you wore ordinary clothes. However, he underestimated his determination.

You realized that it seemed perfectly calibrated with the persistent distance between you, that instability you caused on the train had already dissipated. This required a new attack on your part. Blaise talked to you only when necessary, and, well, you were partners in most classes, which made the teachers put you together in most schoolwork. You decided that you would use this to your advantage, ready to make him beg for you.

In the Potions class, you approached him with a provocative smile, sitting next to him and letting his soft and sweet perfume invade the space between you. When preparing the ingredients, you leaned a little more than necessary, while your hands moved gracefully over the materials.

During class, you made a point of "accidentally" letting your knee touch his under the table. Every little physical contact made your heart accelerate, and you saw the internal struggle in your eyes, trying to maintain your composure.

- Is it okay if we do this lesson in my dorm? - You ask with a calculated innocence.

Blaise's dark eyes finally meet hers, a mixed expression of frustration and understanding crossing her face. He knew exactly what you were doing, and the tension between you was palpable.

- Why don't we do it in the library? - He suggests, trying to maintain a neutral tone.

You tilt your head slightly, an innocent smile playing on your lips.

- Well, because we're boyfriends. What's the problem with being in a more comfortable place? - You insist, the mischievous look fixed in his eyes.

Blaise hesitates for a moment, the conflict evident in his expression before he finally gave in with a resigned sigh.

- All right, in your dorm then. - He agrees.

The smile you give you is full of satisfaction, knowing that once again you managed to break your defenses. The class continues, but the expectation of what is to come hangs between you, making every second more intense and electrifying.

[...]

The way to his room was a constant battle for Blaise to keep calm. His steps were heavy, and he took a deep breath at every moment, trying to focus on the pride that was still present. The hope of finding Pansy in the room and avoiding more provocations on his part was the only thing that gave him some relief.

When he finally arrived at the door of his bedroom, he hesitated for a moment before turning the handle. When he opened the door, what he found made his heart accelerate instantly. Your dark eyes fixed on you, still in uniform, but with an appearance that provoked an avalanche of emotions.

The shirt was partially unbuttoned, revealing a glimpse of your skin, and the skirt, already a little shorter due to the position you were in, seemed out of place, almost as if you were trying to adjust to your body. You were lying on the bed, with your legs bent and your back resting against the headboard, a relaxed and provocative look on your face.

The scene in front of him was enough to cause a whirlwind inside Blaise. The effort to maintain control and not give in to provocation was visibly challenging. The atmosphere was charged, and the desire he tried to repress seemed almost palpable. He forced himself to enter the room, his face a mixture of frustration and desire, while trying to deal with the impact of the vision in front of him. The way to his room was a constant battle for Blaise to keep calm. His steps were heavy, and he took a deep breath at every moment, trying to focus on the pride that was still present. The hope of finding Pansy in the room and avoiding more provocations on his part was the only thing that gave him some relief.

- Hi, love. - You said with an innocent smile, a mischievous glow in your eyes that made Blaise shudder. - Sit down.

- I thought we were going to do the job. - Blaise replied, trying to keep her voice firm as she approached the bed and left the books on the mattress.

- I'm already doing it. - You wave the book in your hand as you sit on your heels with the intention of getting closer to your boyfriend. - Aren't you going to sit down, dear?

- Y/N, I know exactly what you're doing. - Blaise threw a severe look, trying to maintain seriousness, but his voice would betray his internal struggle.

You pretended not to understand, your smile just increasing.

- What is it, B? - You get too close for him. Your puppy eyes and the nickname that only you could use almost melting it completely. - You seem very tense.

- Don't pretend innocence with me, dear. - Blaise murmured, trying to keep his gaze steady while you ran your hands gently over his back. - I know you very well.

He sat at the end of the bed, as far away as possible, but you didn't hesitate to shorten the distance. The touch of his hands against his back caused him to look away to the side, struggling to pull himself together as his resistance began to give in.

His lips reached his neck, his nails scratching him slightly as they move the collar away to make room for his soft lips.

- I want you so much, love. - Your hot breath hits the skin of his neck in a whisper, making him shiver. - Please...

Blaise's breathing gets heavier, turning her body to you abruptly, grabbing your waist with a certain force and looking deep into your demonic eyes now.

- The things I would do to you if I had simply apologized. - His voice was lower, and his face very close to yours made his heart beat in anxiety.

That would be terrible for you, it was difficult to deny your boyfriend when he was so close to your body after so many weeks, just settling for memories. But he would beg even more if you focused on your initial plan.

Anyway, he started kissing her himself. A warm kiss with a wide longing. His well-known hands finally ran through his body, going directly to his skin below the fabric of his blouse. He smiles during the kiss when he hears a small sigh coming out of his lips in response to the chills he caused you.

Blaise pulled your body to sit on his lap, and so you did. Her legs were placed next to his, while her warmth approached the place where her boyfriend's pants became tighter. His hips moved, crawling over the hardness below you, making him moan muffled during the kiss, while the hands that were on his waist went to his thighs, climbing under his skirt.

- Damn short skirt. - He curses next to your ear while taking light bites on your neck.

You just smile in response, raising his face again to face his beautiful brown eyes even darker by desire. After a few seconds of admiration for her beauty, her lips come together again.

You start to get up, mentioning that you would move away, but Blaise's hands are faster and pull you with all their strength against you again. You smile and break the kiss to whisper.

- Don't you want me to apologize to you? - His provocative look gave him the answer he was looking for, smiling in reaction as he saw you kneel on the floor in front of him at the end of the bed.

His nails scratched him slightly on the fabric of the dress pants he wore, as he climbed his hands to the leather belt around Blaise's hips. He just watched his movements, completely devout and hypnotized, as Pansy assured.

When you finally opened the zipper and button, his hips lifted slightly so that you could pull the fabrics that surrounded you to get where you wanted. After releasing him, his hand went immediately to him, observing with bright eyes the way a transparent liquid was already forming on his tip.

His tongue dragged slowly along his entire length, leaving him more and more agitated and anxious to have you around him. Your eyes never leave his, just to capture the heavy sighs he gave when you put him whole in your mouth at once.

- Shit... - Blaise curses, bringing his eyes to you again, taking a hand to your hair, pushing you against it faster and faster.

Your movements don't waver even for a moment. You know him so well... Well enough to know that he was closer than ever now. The choking on his throat was just more fuel for him.

However, when he was about to pour himself into you, his mouth releases him abruptly. Blaise's confused eyes and face face his body to get up. His face had a victorious smile as he approached him, pecking his lips quickly.

- What? You didn't think I would really apologize, did you? - Your mischievous smile challenged him, leaving the boy in front of you frustrated and angry.

- What... What do I do with it? - He refers to himself.

You simply shrugged with an expression of someone who said "Solve you".

- You should get dressed, love. Pansy will be here soon. - You say as you enter the bathroom, knowing that you left him more possessed than ever.

You just heard him slamming the door of his room with more anger every second. In the hallway, Pansy found him with an unfriendly face, with decided steps as he closed his belt. A low laugh was given by her when she remembered that her plan worked out.

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A/N: Dear friends, I hope you enjoyed it. I didn't find many imagines about Blaise, and I love him too much to leave him out. Anyway, I apologize for any translation errors and I would like to take this opportunity to ask you to send me more requests for imagines and headcanons. Let your mind flow without shame, I'll wait for you in my inbox!!

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Dark Paradise || Theodore Nott

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09. Scape

The week seemed to take longer than usual for Theodore, who was anxious about the promise that he would see Y/N only on New Year's Day. Of course, the Malfoy already had an appointment for that date, but Y/N and Draco already had an idea of what to do. The plan would simply be to say that they would go to a party at the Greengrass house, where the sisters' parents had traveled after Christmas, but this detail would not be contact with Lúcios and Narcisa.

- Y/N, I think it's good for you to change, Blaise and Theodore will stop by in a little while. - Pansy said getting closer to Y/N in the middle of the big hall they were in, the friend nods, saying goodbye to her parents and warning that she was already going.

Y/N began to feel a huge lack of the wizarding world, in these circumstances, for example, she would only equip inside the party, without any stress with transportation. As she wandered about the privileges of witchcraft, she headed to a large corridor with an alternative exit from the huge mansion, she had completely forgotten to call Lorenzo, who depended on their warnings to go along.

Y/N changed the clothes completely hidden in one of the bathrooms of the huge mansion they were in. The girl exchanged the long silk dress she wore for a black dress with dropped straps on the shoulders, the straps were of a model that made it look like they were folded, the bust and waist very well outlined while the skirt of the piece was more open and structured by the fabric going to the middle of the thighs, while the feet were in the same heel as before. She loosened her hair and retouched her mouth with a lipstick a little darker than she used before.

She looked at both sides of the hallway before leaving the bathroom, she would wait outside until one of her friends arrived, she didn't want to risk being caught by one of her parents or some acquaintance. When making sure she was alone, her heels roared down the big corridor, showing that she was alone there. The corridor began to turn into an external corridor, with pillars and wind passing through them. Y/N walked a few more meters until he came across the image of Theodore near one of the pillars, he had his hands in his pants pockets and a few buttons on his shirt open. They both opened an enthusiastic smile when they saw each other.

- Are you ready? - He said when he saw her approaching, Y/N was really beautiful that day and Theodore tried his best not to show that he was waiting to see her all day.

- Always! - The girl seemed confident. - Let's go? - She says and they start walking towards the exit.

- I can't imagine how much your brother will complain about your clothes today. - Theodore said in a joking tone, in fact, he tried. Y/N quickly captured the truth behind the sentence.

- Draco doesn't care about that. You, however... - Y/N let the few drinks taken until that moment control her and Theodore smiled with her attention in his words, but before he responded he was quickly interrupted.

- Y/N! - Lorenzo calls from the end of the corridor, a smile appears on Y/N's face as soon as he turns around, Theodore, however, didn't seem so happy. - I'm glad I found you in time. - Enzo approaches.

- I'm really sorry, Enzo. I was so busy that I ended up forgetting to call you.

- All right, Y/N, don't worry. I ended up finding you in the end.

- Great...- And realizing the little silence that was on the spot, Y/N decides to call them again. - Well, then, let's go?

Theodore extends his arm over the girl's shoulders, who is strange about his attitude, but decides not to question at that moment. Lorenzo, on the other hand, perceives and rolls his eyes internally to understand what Nott was trying to do.

The young people walked a few meters ahead, arriving in a black car, of an old but extremely new model that Theodore had won from his father as soon as he learned to drive, the car was like a jewel or object that passed from generation to generation in the Nott family, however, it had rarely been used by the other owners. Theo thought it was useless to win a car at the time, but now he would appreciate it for having it.

- Wow, do you remember how we planned to play in this car when we were children? - Y/N says admired to see the car and Theodore, with a smile, goes ahead in opening the door for her, in the seat next to the driver, of course.

The trip to the party was strange for Lorenzo, who realized the way Y/N looked at Theodore. The boy was slightly enewy when Theo asked Y/N to light a cigarette for him while driving. She did it, opened the cigarette case she had given him as a gift, which Lorenzo discovered by her happiness in seeing that he was using the object. Y/N then put a cigarette between his lips, painting them slightly red and burning the tip of it with a lighter.

But Berkshire's main point was to see her take the cigarette to Nott's mouth, the way he smiled and praised the light taste of the cherry gloss she wore made Enzo wonder if this was just another provocation from Theodore, or if it was really Y/N who was allowing him to do all this.

When they parked the car, Y/N was the first to leave and go to Blaise's car to meet her brother, Mattheo and Pansy.

- It really is a beautiful car, Nott. - Lorenzo adds and Theodore who just nods, avoiding continuing the subject with the boy when they both got out of the car. - But be honest, Theodore, how many girls have been in the back seat? - Berkshire provokes and receives a cynical smile coming from Theodore.

- In fact, the only girl who ever got into this car with me was Y/N. - Theodore had a suggestive smile and felt extremely pleased to take the audacity out of Lorenzo's face. Knowing that Berkshire would dwell on questioning if she was ever in the car before that night was what made Nott satisfied.

[...]

- Who are you rooting for? - Mattheo asks Pansy in the middle of the noisy place. The girl doesn't understand at first, but soon realizes Lorenzo and Theodore in different corners and distant from each other.

- I thought only I was feeling the tension between them. - Pansy laughs and approaches Riddle to answer. - I thought Berkshire was in front, but the way she looks at Theo is different.

- You should bet. - Blaise suggests, hugging Pansy from behind.

- It would not be fair, since Pansy has all the power to influence Y/N. - Mattheo said indifferent, which made the couple laugh.

- Well, I can't deny that. - Parkinson drinks a sip of his glass while smiling. - But you could also influence since you share the room with one of the suitors.

It was really noticeable to anyone there that there was an implicit dispute between the two boys, but Y/N seemed to be the only one who did not realize anything at all.

In the course of the party, some somewhat unlikely couples formed. Draco and Astoria clung somewhere at the party, the girl Draco said she never had a chance with him seemed to make him start wondering about it.

Daphne and a Muggle boy passed by Y/N and Pansy going towards the bathroom, at the same time that Mattheo grabbed a Muggy girl in the middle of the dance floor. Well, maybe the latter wasn't so unlikely.

Lorenzo realized the affinity he had with Zabini as they talked next to Theodore, who watched Y/N from afar.

- Maybe, and only maybe, the muggles know how to make happy parties. - Y/N and Pansy watched the people downstairs dance when Draco's sister confesses with a silly little smile. The girls rested from the last songs in which they danced, when Pansy pulled a marijuana cigarette from inside the bag, and Y/N opened her mouth in a perfect O. - You read my mind!

- Maybe you're right. - Pansy agrees passing the cigarette to her friend, to bring it only once, returning it soon after. - Um, look who's also here...- the brunette points her eyes at Pucey who was approaching the two.

- Draco said he would invite him, but I thought he wouldn't come. - Y/N had the most attentive eyes to the brunette who stared at her from afar.

- Well, I think I'm going to look for Blaise, he's been missing for a long time. - Pansy moves away, while Adrian looked at Y/N with his typical malicious smile.

In fact, Pansy had gone looking for Nott, but it seemed that the boy had evaporated. She bumped into so many people and none was him. Parkinson murmured angry for not finding him on the couch before.

- What a great time for you to disappear, huh? - Pansy seemed angry when she found Nott sitting in one of the bar chairs.

- What? - Theodore looks at her confused.

- Adrian is here...- He still looks with a confused face, although now he seemed more interested than before. - He should look for Y/N. - Theodore understands Pansy's message and quickly gets up, but is prevented from pulling the girl's face on his arm. - I wasn't the one who told you, did you hear? - The highest just nods and returns to the way to Y/N.

After walking a few meters hitting other people's bodies, Theodore approaches the parapet on which Y/N was leaning and lays one of his hands on the girl's waist, who until then had her back to him.

Pucey changes the path he used to see Nott's presence next to Y/N. At this point, Y/N already imagined that Theodore no longer looked at her as just a friend or Draco's sister, his attitudes in recent weeks had made this somewhat evident, but that night it was probably the second or third time he touched her spontaneously, as if he were taking on a role of possession in relation to her.

- I thought you had nothing else to do with Adrian. - Now facing each other, Theodore observes Y/N's beautiful face as he puts some strands of hair behind her shoulder, while his hand still holds her waist.

- I never had anything with him to have an effective end. - Y/N smiles at Theodore, who raises his eyebrows in surprise at her answer. He couldn't deny that it bothered him a little. - You've been a little worried about me lately, Theo. Don't you think so? - Y/N's hands are around Nott's neck while they stay again in their own world.

- I just don't think Pucey deserves you. - Theodore said a little more seriously, he stared at Y/N's eyes and his fun expression in hearing him say that.

- And who deserves it then? - Y/N was extremely close to Nott's face now, feeling her breath, she just expected him to give her what she wanted so much lately. Theodore put more pressure on her waist, and realized how she looked at his perfectly drawn mouth and it reminded him of a repetitive scene in his dreams with her.

A little far from them, Berkshire watched. The boy sat at the bar, next to Pansy who noticed where he was looking and saw how upset he looked.

- What do they have anyway? - Lorenzo murmurs to himself, but Parkinson listens and decides to answer to himself as well.

- Nothing... for now. - Pansy wouldn't say that to someone who is suffering for someone else, but the drink made her very sincere about who she expected to stay with her best friend. Lorenzo observed that Theodore was advancing slowly, he tried to think of some reason to interrupt, but he knew that Y/N also seemed to want that. It was then that Berkshire's wishes were fulfilled, and the couple was interrupted once again that night.

- Y/N! - Astoria calls among people and soon approaches, at the same time that Y/N turns to face her. The girl was whiter than usual and had her eyes slightly wide. - Draco is putting everything out, I need you. - She concluded and soon pulled Y/N by the hand, which in turn pulled Theodore.

The three cross the environment, shrugging their shoulders with strangers as they headed to the bathroom. As soon as they enter, Y/N sees the blonde leaning over a toilet with a sweaty forehead.

- By Merlin, Draco. - The sister approaches and runs her hand over the boy's back. When he raises his head, Y/N gives him some tissues that he took near the sink and helps to dry the sweat on his forehead. - You look terrible, can you get up? - the blonde nods and the girl helps him, letting him hold his forearms. - Let's wash your face and mouth, okay? Come on.

Theodore and Astoria just looked a little worried at the brothers' interaction. While Draco leaned his hands on the sink, Y/N deposited wet papers on the back of his neck. It was even beautiful to see how she took care of her brother, not fighting with him, not that she didn't want to fight for him to exaggerate, but I knew that now that would be of no use.

- Well, I think the party is over for us. - Y/N jokes, making Draco smile weakly. - Astoria, you come with us, don't you? We were going to stay at your house anyway.

- Of course.

- I can take you. - Theodore got ready.

- Are you sure you want to spend the first day of the year taking care of a drunk boy? - Y/N said smiling. - You don't have to if you don't want to. Daphne said their driver would take us.

- I would also go there. - Theodore said, smiling and putting Draco's arm on his own shoulder, helping the boy walk. - It wasn't just you who lied about where you were going.

- Astoria, can you tell Lorenzo that he's going with Blaise? - Y/N held his brother's other arm and they left towards the exit of the party while the girl nodded and disappeared for a few minutes.

- I love you, sister. You love me too, don't you? - Draco said draggedly while staggering, clearly there was still alcohol in his body. - Don't tell Astoria, but I threw up on her dress. - Y/N and Theodore can't contain the laughter with the last sentence. When Astoria came back, her dress really had a horrible stain.

Y/N lengthens her back after sitting Draco in the back seat of the car and soon she approaches to put on her belt. - I'll leave the window open in case you want to vomit, okay? - Draco didn't hear anything, the boy already had his eyes closed and started to sleep.

- Will he be okay? - Astoria asks worried and makes Y/N smile with the care of the girl.

- At what moment did he vomit on you? - Y/N asked curiously with a suggestive little smile on his face.

- Y/N! How horrible that you want to know this like that. Don't you see that your brother is not well? - Astoria said, angry and with her cheeks slightly flushed as she entered the vehicle, standing next to Draco.

- You've already answered! - Y/N and Theo laughed and got into the car, following a journey to the Greengrass Mansion, while Astoria watched Draco all the time, every movement he made when breathing or moving, so she didn't even notice the tension that hovered between Y/N and Theodore.

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10. Sweet dreams This chapter has content for adults!

That night, Y/N needed help to give his brother a cold bath and then put him to bed. In her head it seemed like an easy task, but it was definitely the heaviest thing she had ever done, and Draco didn't seem to want to collaborate. Luckily, Theodore helped, taking the boy to the bed of one of the many guest rooms in the place.

Y/N was exhausted, borrowed one of Daphne's pajamas and took a shower, soon after, she went to the kitchen looking for something to eat. While she chopped some fruits in a small bowl, Theo leaned on the door holder in total silence, just watching Malfoy on her back humming some music.

- No sleep?

- Just hungry. And you? - Y/N said still without turning around to look at him.

- I heard the noise of someone walking around the house and I thought it could be Draco.

- If it were Draco, you can be sure that his bodyguard would be escorting him. - Y/N jokes when referring to Astória, which makes the boy laugh too. Y/N finally finishes the quick snack he made and turned to Theodore, finding the boy in his pajamas, which seemed strange at that moment. Y/N was used to seeing him with Slytherin's cape, quidball uniform and even less formal suits or clothes, but seeing him in pajamas seemed a little more intimate than usual. - Do you want to? - She offered a small fork and he nodded positively, approaching.

They started eating quietly and slowly, although a little strange, it was also comfortable. Theodore took advantage of every small flash of light that entered through the window in front of the kitchen sink to admire Y/N with his sleepy face, which in turn felt the look of the boy himself. In a brighter place it would be possible to see the slight blush that appeared on his face.

- Do you miss Hogwarts when you are at home? - Theodore breaks the fragile silence that reigned for a few long seconds.

- Usually not, but this last week yes. - She responded with a slight smile on her face, but still without looking at him. Theodore wondered if she missed school because she also missed seeing him every day, just like he felt about her in that long week. - Why? Have you missed me? - Y/N provokes, now looking at Theodore's angelic face, who just directed his eyes to the girl's pink lips.

- To be honest, lately you have been appearing in my thoughts more than I would like to confess. - Theodore seemed too close now, his breaths mixing and the slight touch of his fingers dragging a lock of hair away from her eyes made her shiver.

Nott's confession seemed more like a request than a de facto outburst. In his mind, he revisited every dream scene in which she appeared. That moment was different from the others when they were about to kiss, there was no hurry or tension at all. The distance between them seemed to decrease naturally. Y/N was waiting for Theodore, she wouldn't try any more proximity of this type if he didn't do something at that moment.

- You're so beautiful. - Theodore's hand went down from his hair to his mouth, dragging his thumb slightly over his lower lip. - I've been dreaming about you every night, Y/N. Even trying, I couldn't stop thinking about you for a minute. - The words were like butterflies that circulated inside the stomach of Y/N, increasingly lost in those eyes and confessions.

She decides to repeat what she did on the night of the dance, taking the initiative to have him for herself and touching her lips on his. Theodore corresponds with passion, bringing her body as much as he could, his hands snaked through all the fragile fabric of the sweater she wore, creating crumpled folds, hungry hands looking for the least amount of skin she could. Her hands, in turn, were in the middle of his hair, curling and pulling more to herself as the kiss deepened more and more.

Theodore pushed her against the sink bench, pressing more on the bodies and lowering the kisses down her neck as sighs fell from Y/N's mouth. The external lighting brightened a little the lascivious scene that happened inside the house, Theodore climbing the hem of the white silk piece she wore, squeezing her thighs to the point of marking them as his. - Merlin, I'm in heaven now. - That's what went through her head when she felt light bites on the skin of her neck and hands inside her legs, teasing her over her underwear with a torturous finger drag.

Y/N closed his eyes, hung his head back, stuck his nails on the bench behind him, and surrendered to the feeling of his hot hand invading his panties with his fingers, pressing in slow circles the most sensitive point between his legs.

Nott kissed her mouth again, swallowing every moan she let out, they were like music to him. In a short break during the kiss, he observed the mess he left in Y/N. Neck with the marks he left, a strap fallen from her shoulders, legs squeezing in her hand and half-open lips releasing all the moan she had.

- Please... - Y/N said between moans still with his eyes closed. He held her neck, just strong enough to make her look at him. - Theo, I want you so much now... - The boy thought for a moment if he wasn't in another of his hot dreams with her. Theodore was on fire to hear her call her name.

He stopped what he was doing, kissing the girl's soft mouth again. Y/N felt Nott's hands grab the sides of his hips, clearly feeling how needy he looked inside his own clothes. In a quick movement, Theodore turned her, leaving her Y/N back against her chest. His hands walked under the fabric on the girl's body, kisses and small bites were left on her shoulders.

Y/N felt Theodore's hands reach one of her breasts, squeezing it slightly and making her gasp with the sensation. She held it in his arms, as if she were fading down there.

The pressure of Y/N's ass on his dressed member made Nott hurry to take off her panties. The piece fell easily through her legs, which kicked her slightly to some corner when it reached her feet.

Squeezes were felt stronger and stronger on his thighs and ass. Theodore undresses just enough to fit into her, which he leaned slightly so that he finally entered.

- Don't do this to me, Theo, please...- Y/N moans low while he provokes her by crawling between her wet folds. Theodore smiles instantly when he hears the girl of his dreams beg for him at last.

- Sorry, love, you're so wet that I couldn't contain myself. - Theo's deep voice completely loaded with excitement near her ear made her squeeze around nowhere. He provoked her a few more times, making her temporarily hate him for it.

And then Theodore finally pushed himself into his entrance, hypnotized with the view of the sweater raised to the Y/N waist by his firm hands around his body. To Theo, it seemed like paradise, to feel it around him, the scene and the moans that came out of that beautiful mouth.

Y/N felt the ice cream from the countertop stone against her boiling skin when Theodore began to move inside her. He pulled her body back and she laid her head on one of her shoulders, making a point of moaning near his ears, which she realized made him react more intensely.

Theodore held Y/N's neck with one hand, ensuring that he had the control he wanted over her. The other hand went to the sensitive clitoris again, while distributing kisses on the extension of his neck. Y/N at this point only tried to hold on to his body, grabbing his arm stretched over his belly and feeling him release his neck, using his hand to hold it in place.

- Damn, you're fucking tight... - Y/N was super stimulated enough to squeeze only with Theodore's low moans, the things he said just made her closer to the edge. Her grips made Theodore smile convinced.

- Teddy, don't stop...- That's just what Y/N could say, and then the eyebrows came together, the lips opened, the muscles tightened and a small amount of a viscous white liquid ran down his thighs as he continued to hit his hips against hers.

That was too much for him, Theodore continued to move in the same way as she squeezed around him, which was the last straw. A few seconds later, he tried to move his hips away so as not to end up inside her, but Y/N used one hand to pull him back and spill himself inside her.

When he retired from Y/N, Theodore probably saw the most sexually attractive scene for him, which he made a point of keeping it mentally for another moment. Y/N recomposing himself little by little by holding on to the sink, the legs trembling and both liquids mixed flowing between the thighs.

- Merlin, I need a bath. - The breaths are still controlling when she turns around, still leaning on the bench. Both smile with the Y/N statement.

The clothes and hair were already properly tied when they both headed out of the kitchen. Y/N did not dispute and Theodore did not question, they just took a shower and slept peacefully in the room where the boy was

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The breakfast table was set, the meeting of the Slytherin friends at the big table reminded Hogwarts once again, with no adults around, only them.

Luckily for Theodore and Y/N, the girl managed to return to the room without drawing attention earlier that morning, she took advantage of the fact that all her friends were passed out in their rooms and that they would not even wake up with a bomb. Most of them were destroyed the night before, Draco was certainly the most affected.

- Merlin, never let me drink like that again. - The blonde held his head between his hands with his elbows on the table.

- You'd better recover quickly, little brother, tomorrow we'll return to Hogwarts. - Y/N said while drinking a sip or another of your coffee.

- You don't need to remind me, Y/N. - The boy complains and when he was going to say something else he was interrupted.

Mattheo drew all his attention to himself, who came from the kitchen with lilac lace panties hanging from his index finger while a malicious smile adorned his tired face.

- Someone here had a lot of fun last night, huh? - Y/N and Theodore froze with the look of Mattheo and Pansy on them. - Astoria did you really do miracles here, Draco making a little scene to let the party do this in the first room they entered? - Y/N and Nott didn't understand, but they wouldn't take that in front of everyone. They took advantage of the fact that Draco was so out of patience that he did not make a point of answering, while Astoria received a stern look from her sister.

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11. Hints of jealousy

The joy of the younger students in returning from the small vacation was genuine, children ran the corridors and received curses from Snape, but they cared little about the grumpy teacher.

Y/N smiled when she saw the happiness radiate from the first Slytherians, she remembered when she was at that end of the table, looking with curiosity at the ceiling of the great hall. Nostalgia was invigorating at times, a hint of hope that his house had a little nicer students a few years ahead, who knows. One of the little girls noticed her looking and threw a shy little smile reciprocated by Y/N.

Theodore was in a good mood, something that hadn't been seen in a while. Berkshire's tireless attacks with the girl they were both in love with prevented him from having a completely good week. However, the event of last night made him behave as if his life was perfect now.

Y/N did not avoid the boy, but also did not look to him to talk about what happened, she, in fact, thought it was better that way at the time. In the transfiguration class, for example, they sat together, and both were afraid of the embarrassing silence happening, but it did not occur, they talked normally about the subjects of the class and other subjects not related to them.

However, of course, neither of them noticed the curious looks of Pansy and Mattheo. Although Riddle found the intimate piece in Daphne's kitchen, he and Pansy were not sure if what they had imagined had really happened, that is, there was still speculation between the two friends.

Later that day, the three slytherin friends were studying in the library, or at least that was the initial plan. They started looking for books and ended up gossiping about the latest events in their lives and at school.

- What's between you and Blaise, anyway? - Daphne was curious, but Y/N paid attention to Pansy, waiting for her answer. The brunette sighed, a little discouraged.

- Ah, I don't know yet. - Y/N and Daphne had their foreheads frowned in confusion, waiting for the explanation. - I like him on some level, but it seems like something so superficial. - Pansy paused, making sure no one was listening. - A few weeks ago we... Well, you know, but we haven't talked about it since then. Everything seems so confusing.

- Maybe it's a good time to confront him, don't you think? - Daphne asks.

- Well, I don't think so. I'm still not sure what I feel is really some feeling or just need. - She sighed again, but the discouragement quickly turned into a little smile. - This is not the case of Theo, for example, who lives in sighs when you are around. - Y/N did not expect it, just like Daphne, who hid a low smile with her hand.

- Don't exaggerate, Pans. - Y/N said a little awkwardly, looking at the book again, in an attempt to study. - Let's go back to transfiguration, better that way.

- And of course, Enzo seems to be the same way. - Parkinson ignored what she said and continued.

- Y/N definitely has all kinds of boys at your disposal. - Daphne plays and Y/N looks at her with irritation.

- Ah, that's a fact. - Pansy confirms.

- If you want to talk about it, let's go. Explain better what you mean Daph. - The girl surrenders, knowing that the more she denied, the longer it would take for that provocation to end.

- Well, let's start with the kind of shy and handsome boy, this one for sure is Nott. - Daphne starts and Pansy immediately agrees with all the description that would follow. - He attracts more girls than he seems, the charm also helps a lot.

- And did you just think about him? - Y/N asks with a convinced smile, thinking that the friend had ended up there.

- No way! Let me continue. - This time, Greengrass had a confident face. - There's also the well-known problem boy... - before she finished the sentence, Pansy and Y/N guessed it.

- Pucey. - They say in unison, laughing after that.

- But he doesn't count, he's not in love with me.

- He's in love with something you have, so he certainly counts. - Pansy said with a malicious tone. - Daphne, keep going.

- There's the clumsy guy, so clumsy that it can be seen as cute, this one is certainly Weasley. - Pansy makes a disgusting face and Y/N rolled her eyes in reaction to Parkinson's way, but kept listening. - And last, and the best in my opinion. Lorenzo Berkshire, beautiful, shy in the right measure, kind and so passionate. - Daphne seemed to die of love for the boy, even if she didn't know him so well.

- You could feel the friction between him and Nott this last weekend. - Pansy said and Y/N just sighs.

- Okay, now we can close the small acta about my personal life? - Y/N smile nervously, hoping that the subject would end at once.

The subject is not over, Daphne and Pansy continued to expose their opinions about Berkshire and Nott, but now they looked like tietes, while Pansy defended her friend Slytherin, Daphne said how much Berkshire was the love of Y/N's life since her childhood.

What did Y/N do in the meantime? She simply kept studying, from time to time, laughing at the arguments of the two friends about who was best for her.

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Now, sitting in the stands, the three friends were talking quietly, completely inattentive to the quiditch match that took place between Sonserina and Lufa-Lufa.

Draco begged his sister to go see him, since Y/N did not use to go to these games normally, but she would make an exception for a brother's appeal. His presence there was a certain surprise to a few people, one of them was the lufana Laila, who had a great disaffection for Malfoy.

- It's pathetic how she cheers against her own house just for a boy. - Y/N thought loudly, drawing the attention of Mattheo, who sat next to her right.

- You're just jealous. - Riddle replied with a silly face, Y/N just rolled his eyes at his friend, ignoring anything he said. For Mattheo, the fact that she didn't even try to deny it made something quite clear to him.

Y/N decided to simply ignore Mattheo's comments about her or Laila's looks on the Slytherin side of the bleachers. The trio of girls began to accompany Draco, approaching the golden key a few times, but always being hit by Diggory, which made them anxious and more attentive to the game.

Some time passed, and Diggory got tired little by little, having difficulty following the blonde behind the small object. And finally, allowing Draco to finally reach the golden keb, ending the game with the Slytherin victory being announced all over the field. Amid the jumps of the students, Astoria approached Y/N, pulling her to speak in her ear.

- Aren't you going to see Draco? - Y/N laughed at the time, already understanding what she wants. It was common for girlfriends to wait for the players at the exit of the fields.

- You can go if you want, I'm sure he'll love to see you. - Astoria denied it with her head and insisted with a puppy face for her to accompany her. Y/N had no choice and went down the stairs towards the exit of the quidball field following Astoria.

- Y/N? - Draco had other colleagues around him congratulating him, the smile was wide and his face was surprised when he saw Y/N there.

- You'll understand. - Y/N said a few seconds before Astoria appeared behind her. Shyly, the girl approached Malfoy saying something that made him smile. Y/N just smiled, proud of the scene. It was cute how she had worried about him a few nights ago.

Theodore appeared coming from the field, and his eyes lit up, seeing that Y/N was there. He was going to talk to her when he was overtaken by someone who only identified it when he heard the annoying voice.

- Wow, love, you didn't have to come here to see me so soon. - Pucey spoke loudly making everyone listen. The boy had a malicious smile on his face and directed himself to Y/N, who rolled his eyes.

- It's not normal for people to dream awake, Pucey. You should treat yourself. - She responds in the same tone, laughing at the other Slytherins who were around. Y/N looked forward to Astoria who kept talking to her brother.

- It can be a reality if you want. - Adrian was closer, and now only he and Y/N heard each other. Y/N had a light laugh at the boy's proposal.

- Certainly not, thank you. - She also replied with a smile as if it were obvious, but Adrian pretended to be offense and continued.

- Well, we understand each other very well in most of the things a couple usually does. I only see advantages, dear. - He had his usual scaldy face again while moving a lock of Y/N's hair away from behind his ear, looking shamelessly at her mouth.

Y/N just moves away and calls Astoria, who quickly accompanies her out of the environment, but before they totally leave, Adrian screams again.

- Think about what I told you, Y/N. - The girl just laughs while denying with her head, disappearing from the place.

Theodore, who watched everything from where he was, saw only Adrian flirting with Y/N while she smiled. During the shower, Nott was mulling in curiosity to know what Pucey was saying to her that made her smile.

The good mood of having won the game definitely went away at the moment when the other Slytherine surpassed him in talking to the girl that day earlier.

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T.N. || I know I'll love you

Summary: Time has built a painful distance between you and Theodore, but the love between the two of you seems to attract you to each other like a magnet.

Warning: Just very romantic and a little sad.

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His relationship with Theodore always seemed to be the epitome of the perfect romance in the eyes of everyone around. Since childhood, your souls seemed to be intertwined, and the magic that emanated from you was palpable. Your love flourished in adolescence with the promise of a future together, fueled by the acceptance of your families and the security of a shared destiny.

But then, as if the universe had turned against the beauty of its history, Voldemort's ascension plunged Hogwarts into an inescapable darkness. The presence of the Dark Lord haunted every corner of the castle, and the shadow of his influence extended to the hearts of the children of his followers. Theodore was no exception. In charge of fulfilling Voldemort's own orders, he was assigned to follow Draco Malfoy as a bodyguard, a silent watchman of his duties.

The distance between you began to expand like a painful and irreparable fissure. Visits to your room, once so frequent, have become rare and impersonal. The stealthy exits that were once dedicated to secret encounters and suits were now only brief appearances before he disappeared again to fulfill his dark obligations. Theodore seemed to change before his eyes, his brightness, once so vibrant, slowly fading out, leaving a disconcerting emptiness in the place of love that once warmed him.

You tried everything to recover the Theodore you knew and loved, but your efforts were in vain. The moment of greatest desolation came when the black mark stamped on his forearm, a cruel symbol of his loyalty to the Dark Lord. The pain of this moment was accentuated by the distance that Theodore created between you, moving away until your encounters became non-existent and your looks in the corridors stop. You, who were once inseparable, now saw yourself as strangers in a scenario that once seemed to be your refuge.

The war does not ask for permission from lovers or families; it simply invades and wreaks havoc. For you, the war brought a painful and abrupt separation. Your parents, fearing for your safety and the emotional impact that the war was causing, decided to send you away, a desperate escape to safeguard what was left of your innocence.

Since that day, your mind and heart have never left Hogwarts. The memory of Theodore and the anguish for the loss of his old life kept his chest tight and his spirit in constant restlessness. Time has passed, and even though the news that Theodore was well was a small consolation, it was still a light in the darkness, a thread of hope that you used to try, despite all the difficulties, to move on.

With the fall of Voldemort, your family decided it was time for you to get married, and so did a few months after the devastation. Alistair Blackwood was the chosen one, a young man a few years older, who his parents considered a good match for you. He seemed to be a viable option, but your marriage to him was marked by a kind of cold cordiality, an emotional distance that you struggled to fill, but never really managed to overcome.

Alistair, despite his good intentions, could not completely hide the pain of knowing that his heart still belonged to Theodore. He realized this at a particularly painful moment: one day, when he found his diary abandoned on a table in the library of his vast mansion, he read his old words, the descriptions of the love you felt for Theodore. Every page, every word, hit him like a sharp blade, revealing a wound that he did not know existed, but that now hurt deeply. Sadness and resignation filled his eyes when he realized that, despite his attempt to build a new future, the past still maintained a cruel squeeze on his heart.

For Theodore, the world became a stage of pain and desolation after the war. Every time his eyes crossed the corridors of Hogwarts, it was a painful reminder of the absence that his presence had become. The act of pretending not to see you, of maintaining a facade of indifference while feeling a devastating loss inside, slowly corroded him. That daily act of self-sufficiency was like a constant torment, a constant reminder of what had been torn from him.

When the war reached its climax, and chaos ravaged the castle, Theodore could not avoid the emptiness that swet on him after his departure. The absence of his presence by his side, the absence of love that once illuminated his days, made him feel lost, as if he were sailing aimlessly in a sea of uncertainty and despair. Every day without you was a silent fight, a battle against the sadness that seemed to spread throughout every aspect of your life.

The news of his marriage to Alistair Blackwood was an even more devastating blow. The impact of this revelation was so strong that he could hardly deal with the reality that the future he had dreamed of next to him had been completely undone. The pain was not only emotional, but almost physical, a weight that crushed him from the inside as he struggled to maintain his composure and rebuild what was left of his family name. Theodore tried to stand firm, but the truth was that, every day, the feeling of defeat and loss seemed to deepen.

Secretly, Theodore dedicated himself to the search for you. He searched the newspapers, anxiously observing any mention of the last name Blackwood, hoping to find some clue, some indication of where you could be. Every time you read a news story, your heart beat faster, a silent hope lit up only to be crushed by the reality that you were not there. The pages of the newspapers became a reflection of his endless search, and every time he did not find his name, the discouragement deepened. Theodore felt like he was running after a ghost, desperately trying to fill the void you had left in your life.

However, his hopes grew with the arrival of a certain invitation.

Draco and Astória's wedding was a stunning event, a glimpse of the past amid the elegance of the present. The hall was magnificently decorated with white and golden flowers, and the orchestra played classic melodies that enveloped the environment with an aura of nostalgia and sophistication. The conversations were soft, and the joy of the reunion with old friends filled the air.

You felt warmly welcomed by friends you haven't seen in a long time. Pansy and Blaise were the first to approach, their expressions revealing a mixture of longing and happiness. Pansy wrapped you in an affectionate hug, while Blaise greeted you with a genuine smile. The return to that known world, even if only for one night, was a balm for your soul.

The most anticipated moment of the night, however, was about to happen without you noticing. Theodore, with a presence that seemed to fill the space around him, arrived at the party. Your gaze was immediately attracted to you, and although you did not notice your observation, Theodore saw it in a way that no one else could understand.

For Theodore, the sight of you, radiant in an elegant dress, was like a direct blow to the heart. Time seemed to stop as he watched her, and the world around him faded. His expression carried a mixture of surprise and a deep longing, a reflection of the emotions he had kept so carefully since the last time they met. The pain of separation, the weight of memories and the love he never managed to erase were now evident in his eyes.

Alistair, your husband, was attentive to the dynamics of the party and noticed the intensity with which Theodore watched you. Alistair's reaction was subtle, but noticeable. He felt a wave of restlessness when he saw Theodore's fixed gaze and the way he seemed to absorb every detail of his. It was a look that conveyed more than words could express, a connection that seemed to challenge time and distance.

As the party continued with his charming music and waltz dance, Theodore kept his gaze on you, every gesture and smile of him capturing your attention in an almost hypnotic way. In his eyes, there was a melancholic sadness, a reflection of the pain he carried for being separated from you and the desire for a connection that had never completely disappeared. He watched you interact with your friends, every laugh and gesture he shared with them evoking memories of a simpler and happier time.

Alistair noticed the growing tension and, although he tried to maintain his composure, he could not ignore the silent rivalry that seemed to hover in the air. Theodore's presence was a constant reminder of the complexity of his own feelings and the shadow that the past still cast on his present. The party, with all its joy and celebration, contrasted with the internal whirlwind that Theodore and Alistair faced, a silent battle of emotions and unresolved memories.

The wedding was in full swing, and the hall continued to be filled with the soft melody of the orchestra and the lively whispers of the guests. The brightness of the lights reflected in the eyes of those present, but nothing seemed to overshadow the subtle tension that unfolded in the air between you, Theodore and Alistair.

At one point, Alistair, with a carefully calculated gesture, approached you, with the clear intention of affirming your presence and that of your marriage. His gaze was firm and safe, and he took the initiative to position himself next to you, wrapping you in a friendly hug and talking excitedly about the details of the party. Alistair's intention was evident: he wanted to make it clear to Theodore, without words, that his place next to him was occupied.

And it worked. Theodore, who was at a reasonable distance, felt the change in the environment. When encountering his gaze occasionally with Alistair's, the sad glow in his eyes became a little colder, almost as if an invisible barrier had erected between him and the woman who still occupied such a deep place in his heart. The few moments when their eyes crossed were loaded with a palpable tension, a reflection of the pain and loss that they both carried, although in different ways.

You, oblivious to the silent battle that unfolded, continued to get involved in the conversations and hugs of reunion. The environment was full of joy and celebration, and you did the best you could to get involved in the festivity. However, the presence of Theodore and the subtlety of Alistair's behavior added a complex layer to his experience of the night, a constant reminder that, even in the midst of the celebration, the past and his unresolved emotions were always present.

As the party progressed, the feeling of a silent rivalry grew, and the moments when his eyes crossed with Theodore were loaded with a melancholy that you could not fully understand. Alistair, on the other hand, was attentive to every nuance of the situation, trying to balance the need to show his position with the silent understanding that Theodore's presence was a painful reminder for everyone involved.

The salon was charming. Shimmering lights were reflected in the crystals of the chandeliers, and the dance floor was full of elegantly dressed guests, sliding gracefully to the sound of the waltz. Among the groups of friends and acquaintances, you and Pansy met in a corner, watching the scene with a mixture of nostalgia and pleasure.

Alistair, realizing the need for a break, walked away momentarily, leaving you alone with Pansy. The lively murmur of the party filled the environment, but his gaze met that of Theodore, who approached with a silent determination and a familiar glow. Pansy, noticing the increasing tension, decided to withdraw with a quick "I'm going to get something to drink", leaving you and Theodore alone.

- Y/N! - Theodore's voice resonated with the same melody you had kept in your memory, making your heart accelerate. His feelings clashed in a whirlwind of emotions.

- Hi, Theo. - You tried to smile, but the trembling in your voice denounced your nervousness. - How are you?

- I'm fine. - Theodore paused, his eyes fixed on you with a depth that seemed to go through the years of separation. - You look beautiful, as always.

- Thank you. - Your voice came out softly, and you looked away for a moment, drowned in feelings. - And you? What have you been doing? - The question was an effort to probe your life, and perhaps your most recent feelings.

- Oh, well, I've been dedicating myself to my family's business since... since it all happened. - Theodore smiled slightly, a smile that seemed to carry the pain of a shared past.

- I understand. And have you liked it? I remember you used to say you would never do that. - You smiled gently, and the warmth of your smile warmed Theodore's chest, like a comforting memory of times gone by.

- Yes, of course. - Theodore laughed slightly. - At that time, I didn't understand the importance of some things. So, disregard some of the things I said. - Your sentence carried an emotional weight that you both understood, creating a subtle tension between you.

The conversation flowed, initially recalling the good moments of the school, bringing a brief relief to the tension. But Theodore seemed determined to reopen old wounds.

- Y/N, I know I shouldn't bring this up, but I feel like I need to apologize for the way I handled things a few years ago. I was just a boy and... - He looked away, and you interrupted him gently.

- Theodore, don't apologize. Everything is fine. I understand... - Your eyes met again, offering a comforting smile. But before the conversation could continue, Alistair reappeared by his side.

Alistair approached, putting an arm around his waist in a protective way, while his gaze fixed on Theodore. Theodore's frustration was visible, a reflection of the tension that now permeated the environment.

- Oh, Theodore, this is Alistair, my husband. Sorry we didn't introduce ourselves before. - His smile was kind, but the tension between the two men was palpable.

- It's a pleasure to meet you, Theodore. - Alistair's voice was firm and controlled, as he reached out for a squeeze. Theodore responded with a polite gesture, but the coldness in his eyes could not be disguised.

- Would you like to dance, dear? - Alistair turned to you, and you nodded with a smile.

- Of course. - You answered, but before you walked away, you said: - It was great to see you again, Theo. - The nickname, combined with the sparkle in your eyes, brought a sincere smile to Theodore's face. The flame of hope in his eyes lit up, even as he watched you move away, sliding among the dancing guests, like a living memory of a love that never went out.

After that night at the wedding of Draco and Astória, the flame of passion between you and Theodore seemed more alive than ever. It was as if the brief encounter full of emotions had rekindled a feeling that, despite the years away, never completely extinguished. Theodore became increasingly determined to get closer to school friends, especially because he knew that, by attending these meetings, he would have the chance to see her again.

The cycle of dinners and meetings between long-time friends has become a new routine for Theodore. Each social event offered an opportunity for him to be close to you, to observe from afar, and to feel, even in small doses, the presence he had missed for so long. He was not the only one to seek reconnection; you also attended these events with a renewed hope, a silent desire to rediscover the one who has always occupied a special place in your heart. The atmosphere of the dinners was always vibrant, a mixture of laughter and conversations that evoked memories of the past. His presence at these events became a reflection of his desire to restore something that was lost.

With each new encounter, his heart beat in the expectation of seeing Theodore, and every time he appeared, it was as if time had stopped. There was an intensity in the air, an almost palpable electricity, which was only amplified by the way he looked at you, with a mixture of hope and repressed desire. The feeling that something significant was about to happen hovered over these encounters, an invisible thread connecting the past to the present.

Alistair, her husband, always accompanied him at these dinners. He made a point of reaffirming his presence by his side, something that Theodore observed with a mixture of resignation and hope. Alistair seemed to understand the value of these encounters and, although it was a constant support, his role also carried a certain degree of unspoken tension. Lately, Alistair was absent from some of these dinners due to his work trips, which Theodore secretly thanked. These moments of her husband's absence offered Theodore an opportunity to get a little closer, to let his words and looks insinuate what could not be said directly.

Each absence of Alistair at a dinner seemed to open a small gap for Theodore, allowing him to be closer to you, to talk more, to feel the warmth of his presence for a little longer. Although respect for your situation and the presence of your husband was always present, the underlying tension between you and Theodore continued to grow, fueling a silent hope that, perhaps one day, circumstances would change.

That cold night, while the wind whispered softly and the stars shone with a dim light, you found yourself alone on Pansy's balcony, contemplating the horizon that merged with the night sky. The distant murmur of the party inside the house was muffled by the breeze, creating a serene atmosphere that contrasted with the whirlwind of feelings in his chest.

That's when you looked at the door and saw Theodore's silhouette protruding at the entrance. His vision made his heart accelerate instantly, as if every memory, every long-kept feeling, had been revived by his simple presence. He advanced with a soft smile, and you were slightly frightened by your unexpected arrival.

- I didn't think I would meet you here - you said, trying to hide the tremor in your voice when you saw it appear on the balcony.

Theodore smiled, a glow of longing and affection illuminating his eyes, which seemed to reflect the mystery and melancholy of the night. He positioned himself by your side, and his closeness immediately brought a sense of intimacy that you haven't felt in a long time.

- I could say the same about you - he replied, his voice loaded with a playful tone that barely disguised the depth of the feelings he struggled to contain. - You disappeared so quickly from the party that I had to come after you.

His laughter was a soft echo in the stillness of the night, a sound that seemed suspended in the air, loaded with repressed emotions. Theodore's presence was causing a whirlwind of feelings within you, and he leaned slightly, his eyes fixed on yours, while his smile softened in a familiar warmth.

- I've always loved hearing your laugh... - Theodore murmured, the sincerity in his voice so palpable that it almost looked like a caress. You were silent, absorbing the intensity of your words, until he continued in an almost whispering tone. - I miss you, more than you can imagine.

Your heart accelerated with the unexpected confession, and you struggled to maintain your composure. The conversation quickly turned into a moment charged with an intensity that seemed to crush the space between you.

- Theodore... - you started, your hesitant voice, but with a glow of hope and vulnerability.

He took a step closer, his hand touching his in a delicate way, a gesture that sent a chill all over his body. His touch seemed to connect all the wires of a shared past, relighting a flame that you thought had been extinguished.

- I know time has passed, and the way I left you was horrible. - Theodore interrupted, his voice low and loaded with intensity. - But I never... I've never forgotten about you, Y/N.

His confession hovered in the air as a long-kept secret, the truth finally revealed. Your heart was beating out of step, and Theodore's words reverberated deep inside you. The cold and silent night seemed to have turned into a stage for a new and painful truth, and the feeling of being on the verge of something significant became almost palpable.

- You don't know how much I've looked for you since it all ended, and seeing that you moved on was devastating. - Theodore, who once seemed insecure, now gathered all the strength he had to open up to you. - But then, at the wedding, when I saw you again, everything was clear to me...

- Theodore, no... - you tried to interrupt with a low voice, the emotion mixing with the confusion.

- That night, I saw in your eyes something I couldn't ignore. I know you still feel the same, Y/N, I know you do. - Theodore insisted, his voice almost begging for a confirmation.

You took a step back, your gaze deviating as conflicting feelings disrupted your interior. The desire to be embraced by him fought against the reality of his current situation. What would come next was uncertain, but at that moment, what mattered was the sincerity of feelings and the intensity of a love that seemed to have resisted time and adversity.

- Theodore, I... - You hesitated, your words mixing with the emotional whirlwind inside you. - It's so complicated, and I don't know if I'm ready to face it now.

He took a step closer, his expression becoming even more intense. His eyes, fixed on yours, seemed to beg for an answer he knew was the truth, even if you hesitated.

- I understand it's difficult, but... - Theodore whispered, his voice loaded with urgency. - I can't stay here and pretend I don't feel it. Every moment I pass away from you, I feel like I'm losing a part of myself.

Your chest hurt with the sincerity of your words, and you struggled to organize your thoughts. The desire to be close to him, to relive the connection you shared, was so strong that it seemed almost irresistible. You looked at him, his visible vulnerability.

- Theodore, I feel it too... - You started, your words getting entangled with emotion. - But there are so many things at stake...

- I know - he interrupted gently, his hand wrapping yours with a delicacy that seemed to disarm all your defenses. - But, please, just allow me to be close to you, even if it's only for now. I don't want to miss this chance.

You felt his warm presence, the gentle touch of his hand, and his voice became a murmur just for the two of you. The world seemed to disappear around as the two got even closer, the space between you decreasing every second.

- Theodore... - You murmured, your voice failing, almost inaudible.

He tilted his head, his forehead almost touching his, and his eyes closed for a moment. He was so close, and you could feel his breathing mixing with yours. Time seemed to drag on, the world reducing itself to this moment of intensity.

- There is nothing more I want than to be here with you now - he whispered, his voice loaded with a deep devotion.

You closed your eyes, and Theodore's proximity made your heart accelerate even more. He hesitated for a moment, seeking permission in his gaze before slowly leaning forward. His lips found yours in a soft and tender kiss, as if he were rediscovering something that should never have been lost.

The kiss was a mixture of longing and desire, a reassessment of everything you had experienced. The repressed emotions, the pain, the love - everything merged in that contact, transforming the cold night into something warm and comforting. Every touch, every shared breath, was a reminder that, despite the years and separations, the love between you still remained intense and unchanged.

After the kiss, you slowly walked away, your hearts still racing, and a soft and sincere smile appeared on the lips of both of you. The expression on their faces was a reflection of relief and happiness, as if the world around it had bowed to allow this special moment.

Theodore looked at you with an intensity that seemed to penetrate your soul. His eyes shone with a combination of love and vulnerability, and he seemed more present than ever. He bowed a little more, his face still close to yours, and his voice, now an almost reverent whisper, filled the silence of the night.

- I love you. - Theodore murmured, his words loaded with a deep and disarming sincerity.

Your chest was filled with a mixture of joy and emotion when you heard these words, and you felt a wave of heat and comfort knowing that your feelings were equally intense and true. The confession hovered in the air between you, a testimony of love that still burned strong despite the years and separations.

Without giving time for any other words to be said, Theodore again connected his lips to his own, this time with a deeper and more urgent passion. The kiss was more intense, more full of meaning, as if it were trying to express all the love and longing accumulated during the years away. Every touch of your lips seemed like a silent promise that, despite everything, you were still destined to be together.

The intensity of the kiss seemed to transform the time and space around, making everything clearer and simpler. The outside world disappeared, and the only thing that mattered was the connection between the two of you, renewed and stronger than ever.

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12. Dark days

Some good time had passed and things were still within the normal range between the Slytherin Elite, at least until that day. Spring had already begun, but there were still the icy remnants of winter. The day was cloudy and rainy. Inside the castle, students yawned a lot in laziness and tiredness because it was already Friday.

During the time that passed, Y/N and Theodore got closer, but still without talking about what happened or repeating something similar. Pansy and Mattheo's speculations were no longer so common, Daphne had already forgotten that she was rooting for Berkshire and the 4º year was finally coming to an end.

The tension with the tests and final grades was confused, by his friends, with the feeling of sadness and irritation. The first to notice this behavior in Theodore was Mattheo, after all they shared the dormitory. Then it was Blaise and Draco in the communal hall, where they made a joke about the golden trio, but Theo seemed in another dimension, getting irritated by Malfoy's questioning about what he had.

Y/N, however, hadn't seen Theodore that week. In fact, they even saw each other in classes and in the big hall, but they didn't talk to each other, since Y/N, Daphne and Pansy gave their all that week to get rid of the tests one by one. She was so immersed in potions, transfiguration, herbology and among other subjects, that she didn't even notice Nott's change of mood.

It was already dark when his friends were thrown in different corners of the place, they were all exhausted, but happy that it was over. Daphne then gave the idea of going to Hogsmeade the next day, and who knows, to go to the Three Brooms to get a little distracted.

- So what do you think? - Greengrass supports her elbows on her knees, when she leans over the couch, excited about her friends' response.

- I'm in. - Draco promptly replied, but when he realized that Theodore was oblivious to the conversation, he decided to provoke him. - What about you, Theo? - The boy left his mind and looked at the confused blonde, he wasn't following the previous conversation. - Are you going to keep doing drama like an angry child or are you coming with us? - Draco laughed, but Theodore didn't. The boy did not control his expression of irritation when he looked him in the eyes.

- You're going to get screwed, Malfoy. - Nott gets up fast and steps out of the place, heading towards the stairs of the dormitories.

- What happened? - Y/N had just arrived and was already confused by what I had heard from Theodore.

- He spent the day with a sulky face, with his head in the world of the moon and I'm to blame. - Draco said as if all this was obvious and the purest reality.

- He, in fact, has been like this since the beginning of the week, I thought they were for the tests, but they are already over and he looks the same. - Mattheo adds. Y/N thought a little, with her face in expression still confused, she blamed herself slightly for not realizing it before.

- Draco, you're a terrible friend. - She accused her.

- What? Who's side, Y/N? - The blonde boy now had his face as confused as his sister's seconds ago.

- Theodore is probably like this because this week is his mother's death anniversary. - All the friends got horny and felt the guilt fall heavy on his conscience. - Merlin, I was so immersed in class that I didn't even notice.

- How are you sure? - Astoria asks, but Daphne is ahead of answering.

- We were all there, including you, but you shouldn't remember.

They really were, Y/N remembers perfectly to see Theodore completely broken at only 7 years old. It is cruel for a child to lose his beloved mother so soon.

The friends decided to leave him alone for a while, but Y/N couldn't get distracted from this subject. During dinner, Nott didn't show up and she decided to bring him food and try to comfort him in some way. She didn't tell her what she would do to her friends, she just waited for them to disperse with the time left before the curfew and went to the male dormitory.

In his room, Theodore was already in bed trying to sleep and not think about his mother, which was impossible, when he heard the light knocks on the door. And he ignored it the first time, but the person behind the entrance was insisting until he opened it. The boy, already fed up with the knocks on the door, came out of his blankets, got up and went to her, opening her and seeing Y/N with a light smile in the hallway, holding a sandwich and an apple in the same hand.

- I saw that you didn't go to dinner, I thought about bringing something for you to eat. - She delivered it and he took a step back, making room for her to enter, and so she did. - I know that only a sandwich and an apple are insufficient for a dinner, but it was the most practical option to eat in a dormitory.

- Thank you. - Nott seemed a little shy to someone who opened the door angry, already preparing to expel the person who was there.

He closed the door and placed the snack on the table, while Y/N explored the room with his eyes sitting on the end of his bed, and turning his eyes to his, who seemed more inanimate than usual.

- I'm sorry for the way Draco spoke to you earlier today, Theo. - She pauses and sighs. - And also for not realizing that you were like this, I would have really tried to help if I had noticed it before.

- Look, it's okay. I'm not upset with you, or anything like that. - Theodore approaches and sits on the bed, leaning on the headboard. - Just... Well, you know how difficult this date is usually for me since it's gone.

- Of course, it's completely understandable. - Y/N turned around, facing him.

- Thank you for even remembering. - Theodore gave a light smile that was reciprocated by Y/N. - You spared me a long and embarrassing conversation about it.

- Don't thank me for doing the least. - A slight silence followed, but it was soon interrupted by Theodore's laugh.

- What is it? - Y/N confused question, but he had a smile on his face, if he was laughing, that could be a good thing. But he didn't answer, he just kept laughing. - What are you laughing at? Tell me. - The boy then breathes to control himself and answer.

- I was remembering that on the day of the wake you pulled me into a corner and said that when you grew up, you would become the best witch in the world to bring my mother back. - The boy said between laughs.

- Oh, no, Theodore. I can't believe you remember that. - She laughed too. - I'm sorry, that was the most insensitive thing I've ever said.

- No. - The boy controlled himself again, returning little by little to normal, but still with a remnant of a smile. - This helped me deal with it as a child. Whenever I felt sad, I found myself planning the big day.

- I'm glad that the absurdities I said helped you in some way. - Y/N was really happy to know that he was more excited now, after all, Theodore was not an easy person to make talk about his feelings or things like that, even if he was probably the most sensitive boy in the group of friends. - And what do you think of Hogsmeade tomorrow? If you don't want to go, I'll make a point of staying and keeping you company for something. You've suffered alone the whole week, it was enough. - The girl had enthusiasm in her eyes, which made Nott smile in response.

- I can think.

- Great, so take the opportunity to eat while you think. - She gave the idea and got up, going to the table with a confused face. - This book is mine.

- No, it must be an equal. - Theodore tried to lie, but she opened the cover and saw her own signature, showing it to him.

- This book is mine! - She had a look of false disbelief, laughing soon after. - I lent it to you months ago, how have you not returned it to me yet?

- Sorry, I was going to return it. But I was curling up to finish it, and I waste a lot of time on your notes. - He gets up and takes the book from her hands, opening it in the pages where she wrote some questions in the corners. - You wander a lot and leave some questions that give me an existential crisis, so I have to stop several times to reflect on that.

- By Merlin, I didn't even know I had scribbled this book. - Y/N rips it out of his hand again, closing it in shame. - I give it one like you completely blank so that you can make your reflections yourself.

- And what's wrong with me reading yours?

- These are very personal notes, Theodore. - They weren't, they didn't talk about her properly, so he just looked at her with a face of someone who says "Really?" - I don't like having someone reading my thoughts.

- Your thoughts are very creative, I have to say. - He jokes and she laughed, putting the book in a more visible place so that she wouldn't forget.

Over the course of the time she spent in that room, they talked about books, common interests, in addition to childhood memories. At one point, they both went back to bed. Theodore in the same position as before, while Y/N was now next to him, face down and leaning on his elbows with a pillow below him, hugging the soft object. In another situation, she would be bothered because she was still wearing a uniform, but the moment was so pleasant that she didn't even realize that she was still wearing the same. Some time in that position and Y/N fell asleep while he heard Nott read one of his books aloud. Theodore laughed slightly when he realized that the girl slept so fast.

However, he began to feel his eyelids weigh as he passed his eyes through the lines of the page. When the boy fell asleep, the loud noise of the door knocking wakes them both up.

- Sorry. - Mattheo had a forced smile on his face. He had seen nothing but Theodore in bed, and then, when Y/N got up, the boy arched his eyebrows, but before saying anything, she was already putting on her shoes again.

- Good night, boys. - Y/N was so sleepy that it acted as if it happened every day. She took the book that belonged to her on the shelf and walked out the door. Mattheo followed everything with an expression of confusion.

- You're going to explain this to me tomorrow. - Riddle told Theodore, who just settled down and closed his eyes again.

In the process of going back to sleep, Theodore hugged the pillow that Y/N had used moments ago, inhaling the smell of his shampoo and perfumes. The boy smiled like a fool, luckily without being seen. The reason was that he remembered the night they slept together at Greengrass's house.

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14. Dances and feelings

Some days had already passed, finally ending the school year at Hogwarts. The brothers Malfoy and Mattheo were already in the family's huge summer mansion in the preparations for the well-known ball in the wizarding world.

The walls of the house were made of stone and overlooking the blue sea and its white waves beat against the stones of the Coast while the sun illuminated each hectare of lawn and trees on the property. Without a doubt, it was anyone's dream house.

The party was already happening and Y/N was trying to understand why she had accepted Enzo's invitation to accompany her at the party, since she knew that the boy had some kind of feeling for her and she didn't know if she felt the same. As he went down the stairs, he found the beautiful smile he gave while waiting for her. The white dress she wore made Berkshire think she was an angel. The boy spread his right hand over her back, as they headed close to the party.

- I hope you missed me as much as I missed yours. - Lorenzo approaches the girl's face so that only she would hear, her skin shivers and her heart accelerates briefly.

- Of course. - she smiles. - Enzo, do you mind if I meet you later? I forgot to meet my mother before going in. - He lied, but Lorenzo pretended to believe.

A few steps ahead, Y/N realizes that people are getting closer. She regretted accepting his invitation, because she knew what it could mean for all those wizards, it was common for relationships to be made official in events like this. Lorenzo was also not innocent, he knew this fact and made a point of taking her in front of everyone, she who had not remembered this before.

Y/N felt suffocated for a moment, the pressure to disappoint him and not show any kind of signal to the guests was exhausting. She barely entered the party and already wanted to go out. She had to get out of there as soon as possible, her chest looked painful and with very little air to go there. Draco notices his sister's abrupt departure through the salon and decides to follow her.

The girl goes to the balcony at the back of the house and did not realize that Theodore was also there, he had left as soon as he saw her enter with Berkshire by his side, the look that the boy had thrown at him, as if he had won a bet, angered him greatly. However, now he watched from where she was how beautiful she was, the girl already looked angelic by the white dress and this only intensified with the dim illumination of the moonlight on her.

When Nott mentions moving to go to her, Draco arrives apparently worried and Theodore decides to stay where he is, just listening to what is possible.

- Are you okay? - Draco asks, pulling Y/N's attention to himself. - You came out like a hurricane.

- Sorry... I just needed an air, that's all. - She seemed a little impatient now, trying to distance herself from her brother's concern.

- Did Lorenzo do something you didn't like? - Just by Draco mentioning this possibility, Theodore's body is already tense in anger.

- No... - She sighs. - On the contrary, I feel that he can declare himself at any time.

- And wouldn't that be good? - Draco looks at her suspiciously. - I thought I felt something for him.

- Well, no...- Y/N gasps just thinking about it and Theodore sighs relieved, but soon loses that feeling. - I mean, I don't know.

- How do you not know? Does he seem completely in love with you? - Draco insists, but not in an accusatory way, just trying to understand.

- I don't know, Draco. - Y/N gets angry and turns around, almost meeting Nott's shadow if he hadn't been fast enough to hide more. - I tried a lot to match all these months, but I can't.

- You want to try, Y/N. - Draco says and receives a look at her accusatory who now looked at him again, but before she starts defending herself, he continues. - You can't be sure of something if you don't even want to give yourself a chance. - Theodore heard and rolled his eyes in a momentary anger of his friend.

- What do you mean?

- You want to give him a chance to show you how he really is. - Y/N sighs, considering his brother's words. - You can't be sure of something like that, Y/N. - He pauses, but realizes that he's managing to make her think coherently for the first time that night. - Go out with him, talk and get to know him, but stay away from his mother, she's unbearable. - They both laugh. - Trust me, I know him and I know Berkshire is a good person. If you are sure of what you feel, just be honest with him and everything will be fine. It's not like our parents are forcing you to marry him.

- It's even strange to hear you talk about these things without playing. - Y/N watches the blonde's face flush slightly by coming down from his egocentric pedestal. - Astoria has really done a good job, I must recognize it. - Draco rolls his eyes and they go back to the party, still talking about things Theodore didn't hear anymore.

Nott was annoyed by the support Draco showed to his opponent? Well, if he asked the blonde which side he is on, he would answer a resounding and sincere "From my sister, of course", then he would deprive himself of this conversation for now.

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Theodore felt his chest tighten and the blood boil every time Lorenzo touched her or made her laugh in some way, but what worried him the most was when his eyes were lost from the couple and he began to walk through the party exaggeratedly full looking for the two. And finally, he found them.

Lorenzo and Y/N walked in a straight line to a bench in the huge garden, she was stunning in the opinion of Theodore, who for a second found herself feeling jealous of Berkshire for having her attention all in her. The couple sat on one of the benches in the garden when the boy passed one of his arms over her shoulders and she leaned her head against his shoulder with the intention of warming herself in the icy sea breeze that hit them. Theodore felt his chest burn with jealousy just seeing her so close to another boy, which only got worse when he heard her laughter echo all over the garden.

- I really wanted it to be you with her now. - Pansy approaches next to her friend, facing the same scene. Theodore tries to disguise what he did there, but it was in vain. - But I got tired, just like her, Theo. - He didn't look at her, but listened to everything carefully, and his interest aroused with the last part. - Lorenzo insisted so much, a girl in her place would be completely in love with him now, but that's not her case, unfortunately.

- What do you mean by that? - Nott asks, but still without looking at her.

- Theo, what kind of girl doesn't fall in love with someone who even being in another school of magic finds a way to talk to her by arranging owls and contacts to be sure she will receive it? Tell me, what kind of girl is still confused about how she feels about a boy who describes in all the letters how much he would like to be with her, or how beautiful she is? - Theodore looks at her still confused, not understanding why Pansy would describe all that to him. - Well, don't you know? I'll answer you then. When a girl doesn't fall in love with this type of boy, it's usually because she's already in love with another.

He finally understands, and feels like the biggest imbecile of all for it falling into his mind so late.

- You spent months without showing an ounce of what you feel, what did you expect her to do? - Pansy seemed a little angry now. - She waited for you all this time.

Y/N had really waited, as much as she felt special with the beautiful demonstrations of Berkshire, Theodore still didn't get out of her head, and sometimes she even felt like a traitor for it. But it was a fact, she was getting tired of waiting for whatever spark it was.

- But not everything is over. - Pansy said with an evil smile on his face and hugs Theodore's arm, as if he had a complete plan for him. - After all, as far as I know, Lorenzo won't be able to spend the weekend with us here, which is a shame. - Ideas and hope are born inside Theodore's head, who faces his friend again with a little smile. - I think you already know what to do, don't you? Well, do it soon then. - The girl pats him twice on the shoulder and leaves him alone there again.

This time, Theodore was hopeful and looking forward to the end of the party, he barely expected the departure of Berkshire with his family and finally be able to have it just for him again, just like on New Year's Eve.

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T.N. || Are we bad for that?

Summary: Trapped in arranged relationships, you and Theo live a secret passion amid appearances and betrayals. While Draco, your boyfriend, pretends to fulfill his role to maintain appearances, Theodore fights against the jealousy and attraction he feels for you. With Camille, Nott's girlfriend, suspicious, each stealth encounter becomes a risk, threatening to expose a forbidden desire that challenges her responsibilities. Warnings: Mention of betrayals.

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His relationship with Draco Malfoy has always been a well-designed farce. Since the fourth year at Hogwarts, when your families decided that you would be the ideal couple, everyone's expectations began to dictate each movement. For the outside world, you were perfect together, but, deep down, you knew it was all a facade.

Draco was not the kind boyfriend everyone believed in. He had a cold and calculating way of treating everything and everyone, including you. And although he kept appearances, he did not deprive himself of other girls, always telling his achievements to Theodore Nott, a very close friend. Knowing these details only diminished the guilt you felt for getting involved with Theodore.

The connection between you and Theodore began in a subtle way, but grew quickly. It was not something you planned to change, on the contrary, there was an almost morbid excitement in keeping the relationship secret. Both knew that Draco and Camille, Theo's girlfriend, were not completely dedicated to their respective partners, but that didn't matter. You weren't worried about changing anything, just about keeping what you shared.

It was a winter night at the Malfoy mansion, during a dinner that brought together some of the most influential families in the wizarding world. The dining room was illuminated by floating candles, and the tables were filled with fine plates and crystal bowls. Draco, by his side, seemed more interested in talking to other boys, children of his father's close friends, who came from outside London especially for that night, than in paying attention to you. He rarely looked in your direction, and when he did, it was with an indifference that you had already gotten used to receiving.

Theodore was sitting on the other side of the table, next to Camille, who smiled politely at everyone. Your presence was a constant reminder of the complexity of that situation, but you simply didn't care. Camille was a good person, but her existence was irrelevant to you. The only thing that mattered was the look that Theodore threw in his direction from time to time, full of silent promises.

During a break between the dishes, you murmured some excuse to Draco and got up, walking towards the mansion's library. I knew Theodore would understand the signal and follow it soon after.

The Malfoy library was immense, full of rare books and curious objects, a place where few dared to enter alone.

You hid among the high shelves, your heart accelerated by anticipation. A few minutes later, he heard gentle steps approaching. Theodore appeared, his eyes shining with the same expectation you felt.

- That drug never seemed to end. - he murmured, with a mischievous smile.

- Believe me, it was worse for me. - you replied, allowing a smile to escape.

He got closer, and the world around him seemed to disappear. Theodore always had a way to make you forget everything, even if for a few moments. The proximity between you was inevitable, and before you could hesitate, you pulled him for a kiss, one that carried all the frustration and desire they had accumulated throughout dinner.

Theodore's hands were on his waist, pulling her closer, almost as if he needed you at that moment, while you let yourself be carried away by the moment. The library, usually a place of silence and reflection, was now a witness to a meeting full of secrets.

In the midst of the intensity of the kiss and the impulse that Theodore gave you to climb to a table nearby, his body bumped into a pile of books, causing some of them to fall to the ground with a deaf thuck. You laughed, the sound of your voices filling the empty space.

It was at that moment that they heard steps in the hallway. The two froze, and Theodore quickly walked away, trying to pull himself together. It was too late to hide the tracks, and when Camille appeared at the entrance of the library, her curious look turned into something more suspicious.

- Theo? - Camille called, looking around, trying to understand what was going on. - Is everything okay?

- Yes, dear. - He replied, with a forced smile, that he couldn't dissipate the tension in the air. - Are you okay?

You observed Camille, but without any concern or remorse, just an indifference that you were already used to feeling. Camille took a step forward, her eyes passing from Theodore to you. There was something in her eyes that suggested that she knew something was wrong, but she wasn't sure what. Maybe he had heard the laughter, maybe the sound of the falling books would have aroused his curiosity. Anyway, she didn't ask directly, she just threw a warning look at Theodore.

- We need to go back. Dinner should already be at the end. - she said, her voice slightly tense.

Theodore nodded, but before leaving, he threw one last look in his direction, trying not to show the discomfort he was beginning to feel. There was a resentment in Camille's voice that he chose to ignore.

When you finally returned to the dining room, Draco was once again involved in conversations, but this time, he noticed his approach. He briefly interrupted the conversation to cast a serious look in his direction.

- Where were you? - he asked, the tone slightly irritated.

- I went to get some air - you replied, without worrying about hiding the annoyance in your voice.

He narrowed his eyes, but didn't insist. Draco didn't really care about you, but he knew he was expected to act like a caring boyfriend, at least in front of others.

As dinner progressed, you realized that Draco began to approach you in a way that he rarely did. He touched his hand from time to time, leaning to whisper comments in his ear. His touch was not affectionate, but there was a certain physical intensity, an attraction that was not related to feelings, but to desire.

You realized that by maintaining these appearances and getting closer physically to Draco, you could instigate a more possessive reaction in Theodore. So, with every touch, with every whisper of him that made you smile, your mind wandered momentarily to Theodore, but just enough to allow himself to react to Draco convincingly. What you did was not just keep the appearances; it was a subtle game to measure the effect on Theodore.

Camille, sitting on the other side of the table, seemed increasingly attentive to her interactions with Draco. She watched more carefully, noticing every calculated gesture, every smile you forced next to Draco. She wondered if you were really happy, but when she saw how well you pretended, she concluded that even if you weren't, no one would notice.

When dinner finally came to an end, you got up next to Draco, still feeling his touch on your back, but it was Theodore who dominated his thoughts. Draco, indifferent, cast one last look in his direction, as if he were just ensuring that he fulfilled his role to maintain appearances and, perhaps, meet his father's expectations.

Camille, with a suspicious expression, approached Theodore, who seemed even more distant and angry.

- Theo, are you okay? - she asked, in a soft voice, but there was an evident concern in her tone.

Theodore kept his gaze fixed at a distant point, avoiding her eyes.

- I'm just a little tired. - he replied, his voice loaded with a restrained irritation.

Camille hesitated, noticing the tension in the air.

- We can spend the night together, if you want. Maybe this will help you relax - he suggested, trying to sound comforting.

Theodore finally looked at her, his eyes hard and impassive.

- No, Camille. I prefer to be alone. - he said, firmly, but not rudely.

She frowned, surprised and a little hurt by the rejection, but did not insist. He just nodded slowly, moving away from him with a dejected expression, while Theodore remained motionless, lost in his own tumultuous thoughts.

The next morning, Hogwarts was as usual: students rushed through the corridors, the first classes already in progress, and a characteristic cold of the castle hovered in the air. As you walked to your Spell class, you felt a firm hand pull your arm, dragging it into an empty corridor.

It was Theodore. Your face was tense, your eyes shining with a jealousy that you recognized immediately.

- What was that last night? - he asked, his voice low, but loaded with emotion.

You frowned, even though you knew exactly what he was talking about.

- What are you talking about, Theo?

He took a deep breath, struggling to maintain his composure.

- How Draco was touching you... As if he cared. - The words came out almost like an accusation. - Did anything else happen after I left?

You couldn't help but smile, even though you knew Theodore was genuinely bothered. There was something almost irresistible about seeing him envy, a feeling that gave him a strange sense of power.

- Theo, nothing happened... - you started, but the smile on your lips betrayed your words. He narrowed his eyes, clearly not convinced.

- I saw how he looked at you, how he touched you - Theodore insisted, his hand still holding his arm as if he needed this connection to anchor himself. - And you didn't seem bothered.

- Don't be ridiculous, Theodore. - His voice was slightly provocative as you leaned a little more towards him. - He's my boyfriend, what did you expect me to do?

The jealousy in Theodore's eyes did not disappear, but he seemed to relax a little with his answer.

- I just... I don't like to see you with him like that - he admitted, the voice now lower, almost a whisper.

- So don't look. - Your answer was almost playful, but there was an underlying seriousness in your words. - We still have a relationship...

Theodore opened his mouth to answer, but before he could say anything, you heard steps approaching. She was one of your friends, walking down the corridor towards you.

Quickly, Theodore let go of his arm and walked away, trying to disguise the tension between you. Your friend didn't seem to have noticed anything strange, but took a curious look at Theodore before turning her attention to you.

- We are late for the Spells class - the girl said with her voice indifferent.

You nodded, exchanging one last look with Theodore before following your friend down the hallway. Theodore stood still for a moment, watching you move away, his heart still racing by the conversation and the anger he was trying to suppress.

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hii! absolutely love ur posts 🫶🫶

i was wondering if you'd write a bsfs to lovers, mattheoxreader. Like, they've been childhood friends, and kinda of a 'she fell first, he fell harder' lol. Kinda corny but still vv cutesy and fluffy

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M.R. || In how many ways can you love him?

Summary: You and Mattheo grew up together, but falling in love with him didn't seem like a good idea, unless he came to do the same some time later…. Warnings: cute and romantic.

A/N: I really hope you like it. I apologize for the delay, I wanted to do something well done!

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He was still a child when their paths crossed for the first time. The boy, with black curls and a somewhat lost look, sat next to him at the huge Slytherin table, right after the Selector Hat ceremony. The table, with its long wooden benches and a soft lighting that seemed to emanate a mystical glow of floating candles, was the stage of new friendships and alliances.

You watched him with curiosity and a warm smile, a friendly gesture that for him was almost a surprise. Raised in a home where feelings were non-existent, his kindness seemed like a strange contrast, but welcome. The last name, which made whispers circulate through the hall and kept the teachers on alert, was something that did not intimidate you. After all, you had always been immune to family pressures and expectations, living your childhood immersed in imagination and carefree games, with no time to understand what surnames were good or bad for you. The only daughter of a traditional family, pure-blood and fervently loyal to obscure figures, you at the time barely knew the true extent of the influence of these individuals.

Mattheo, with few friendship options in his new environment, has found in you a safe haven. Without knowing it, he was about to enter into a relationship that would become a fundamental foundation in his life. His family, despite not being overly affectionate, was a better refuge than the dark environment provided by Bellatrix. Accepting Mattheo was a gesture of generosity that quickly became something essential; he found in his house a new form of belonging, mainly because, due to the implicit rivalry, the family itself would not welcome him with open arms, especially Draco, with whom he had a feeling of competitiveness created by the blonde.

The birthdays and natals in his house became annual milestones for Mattheo, and he became a constant and comforting presence during his pre-adolescence. The proximity between you has grown, and in several moments, he became your closest friend. During the first year at Hogwarts, you explored every corner of the school with enthusiasm and mischief. Mattheo, with bright eyes and a mischievous smile, ventured in search of Pirraça, the poltergeist, and together, you two created confusions that made the uncontrolled spirit want to move away.

In the second year, a visit to Hogsmeade brought a new layer to their friendship. It was there that you met Theodore Nott, a boy who, despite his closed and reserved countenance, found in you a welcoming and genuine friendship. At the same time, your approach with Pansy Parkinson, the girl with whom you shared the room, brought a new balance to your social life. Having a close female friend was a refreshing relief, a company that contrasted with the intense and often overwhelming presence of the boys.

Mattheo, always attentive and available, listened to his complaints and confessions with a patience that bordered on the exceptional. He offered thoughtful advice, and you trusted him completely. However, there were nuances of your feelings that you began to perceive, something subtle and still in formation, as if a veil of change began to be drawn. You initially ignored these changes, preferring to stay in the course of friendships and daily adventures.

Over time, during the end of the second year, murmurs and malicious jokes arose about the proximity between you and Mattheo. Some colleagues began to speculate and make insinuating comments about the nature of your relationship. Despite the provocations, you kept your composure, simply disregarding the gossip and continuing to enjoy the solid friendship you had built. For you, what really mattered was the genuine bond you shared, a firm foundation in a world full of uncertainties and intrigues.

During that year's vacation, you exchanged letters and met a few times. In each of these encounters, his heart seemed to beat faster and differently, as if he was trying to free himself from a subtle enchantment. The way you watched him changed: every detail of your face, every trace of your expression seemed more intense and fascinating. He looked even more handsome when he smiled, and every time that happened, you felt a mixture of admiration and anxiety.

His parents, who always preferred a male child, treated Mattheo almost as if he were a family member. Gifts, school expenses and even money for fun were offered to him with the same generosity as to you. This closeness made your feelings for Mattheo slow to emerge, since you were treated and treated like brothers, which sometimes made you lose hope.

Her best friend, Pansy, soon realized what was happening. At the beginning of the third year, on the night of her return to Hogwarts, she listened carefully as you talked about the holidays and how much Mattheo showed up at your house, something you loved.

- You really like him, don't you? - Pansy asked, with a suggestive tone that made you turn quickly to face her.

- What do you mean by that? - Your shame made you turn to the bed, pretending to fix the covers while your face turned scarlet. - Of course I like him, we grew up together.

Pansy rolled her eyes, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she prepared to sleep.

- You know that's not what I'm talking about... - You sighed, trying to divert the conversation. - Please, he'll never notice how you feel if you keep treating him just like a friend.

You considered what she said, but soon tried to change the subject to escape the restlessness.

- Pansy, let's stop this and sleep. - You laughed, trying to disguise, but as soon as your head rested on the pillow, your mind wandered to that afternoon when other girls threw themselves on Mattheo. He seemed to have changed so much since the previous year, and you only noticed now.

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In the following weeks, you experienced some silly things, like wearing a perfume that he complimented some time ago, or sitting with him in class, enjoying every joke he told you in whispers. You even rested your head on your shoulder during the late afternoon, while watching the Black Lake with its waves swinging to the taste of the light wind.

Every week that passed, you seemed even more attracted to him, but also more and more upset. The girls cared little about his presence when they wanted to flirt with him, and he always corresponded, every time, without exception. Weeks turned into months and, when you realized, you had already been going through this anguish for a year.

You had made your feelings so evident that even Theodore noticed. In a Snape class, after seeing you turn to his and Mattheo's table and smile at Riddle, Theodore leaned over to his friend to whisper something inaudible to the others.

- I think she likes you. - Mattheo frowned, with a confused expression.

- Who are you talking about? - Theo didn't answer with words, he just directed his eyes to you. Riddle followed his friend's gaze and became even more confused, but forced a laugh. - Oh, please, Theo...

- You're pathetic for pretending you don't see. - Theodore commented and laughed, going back to what he was doing, while Mattheo nodded negatively, completely disagreeing with Nott.

On the other hand, Pansy asked you to forget him, seeing how sad you looked every time he canceled appointments with you to go out with other girls. When it wasn't for that, it was when he came to tell you about how the girls were with him. His heart shattered with every word. Pansy began to practically hate him for having the power to do you good and evil at the same time.

- Maybe you should take some time for yourself... We can go out and go shopping or sleepovers with the other girls. - She suggested, stroking her hair while you hugged her after telling her what had happened this time. - You need to get away from him, Y/N. Mattheo may have been your first love, but it certainly won't be the last.

You understood all this, but it was very difficult to put it into practice. It was like tearing out a part of your life by force. The way he didn't seem to have noticed your absence in the following days only encouraged you to continue.

You did everything Pansy suggested: you went out with her, made new friends, and even other boys started to be more interested in you. Mattheo ended up looking for you after some time and you even gently accepted him, but it was as if you were just friends now. You began to understand that he would never really see you in any other way than that, and maybe this was already starting to be acceptable to you.

The relationship with him seemed lighter after this break. You went out a few times to Hogsmeade, and you made him laugh easily under the watchful eye of Theodore, who usually accompanied you. He, as Mattheo's closest friend now, was starting to like how you interacted. Before, he felt a certain guilt and even pity for seeing you sad, but now it was as if you didn't care about the girls' looks anymore.

At the same time, you began to notice the presence of a certain boy, who smiled at you when he met you in the corridors or during classes. Riddle began to miss the times when you turned your face to smile at him every morning in early classes. Instead, he saw you answering small notes that other boys sent you in class. In a job passed by McGonagall, Mattheo practically ran to you to make sure they would do the job together.

The roles seemed to have reversed, and Theodore had fun with the irony of fate. Mattheo hated it when the boys flirted with you, even when he was together, or when they pretended to have problems in some subject just to spend hours with you in the library. And even more so when they insisted on accompanying her to her dormitory after the parties in the communal room. The latter was a huge torture for him, since he knew that this was one of the ways the boys used to finally kiss someone.

The morning after that party, you sat next to Mattheo during breakfast, as you always did. Yes, he tortured himself all night thinking about how long that boy who found you in the dark corridors took to return to the common room, but he tried to ward off this thought, focusing on the fact that on that day, you would go out together and everything would go back to normal. However, his happiness lasted a few minutes.

- So, where are we going first today? - Mattheo asked with a smile on his face, leaning towards you. His face, however, formed a strange expression, something like regret. - What was it?

- Matt, I'm sorry. I completely forgot that we scheduled to go out today... - He was still confused, he just smiled in response, as if the answer was obvious.

- All right, Theo and I can wait for you. - Theodore, on the other hand, had already understood what was happening and just muffled a low laugh.

- No, Mattheo, I'm ready... - His face looked even more confused as he stared at you, who had a slight smile on his face. - It's just that Adrian invited me yesterday and I accepted. But it's okay for you, isn't it? After all, we can go another day if you want.

- Adrian? - He asked still incredulous. - Adrian Pucey? You don't even know him. - Mattheo disdained and Theodore paid even more attention, looking forward to what was to come.

- Mattheo, I don't think you've been listening to me lately. - You smiled, but your irritation was visible to those who knew you. - I've been going out with him for a while, just yesterday we were at the party.

- Yes, but I thought it was just one more of those boys who keep chasing you... - He started, but you interrupted him.

- Don't play dumb, Matt. Even Theo knew... - You waved to Theodore, who confirmed with a gesture, making Mattheo even more angry. A brief silence followed, but you didn't let it last long. - Very well, see you later. - You got up from the table when you saw the other Slytherin waiting for you at the exit of the Great Hall.

Mattheo watched you walk away with a smile that he believed was exclusive to his presence. In the vision distorted by jealousy, it seemed that you only needed to jump when Pucey gave you a light kiss on the cheek, which made a knot form in his stomach. Meanwhile, Theodore just watched the way he clenched his jaw in frustration.

After that morning, Theodore had to endure Mattheo's bad mood for the rest of the week, a constant weight that hovered over him. Meanwhile, you, irritated by the way Mattheo seemed upset with you, avoided your presence for several days. Silence and distance have become your way of dealing with the growing tension between you.

During this period, Mattheo kept a calculated distance, but couldn't help but watch you when he wasn't looking. He spent hours huddled in a corner, his eyes fixed on you during classes, with a tumultuous mind. Every laugh you shared with Pucey was a blow of pain for him. He felt that something was deeply out of place, a cruel disorder in the balance of his world. But the worst was still to come that night.

It was another one of those typical parties in the common room, an event full of laughter and muffled music. Theodore watched Mattheo with a close eye, watching him fix his eyes on you as you approached the sofa where he and Nott were sitting. You were stunning that night, the light of the torches enhancing the brightness of your smile as you settled next to them.

Since Mattheo's feelings began to manifest, he had unconsciously stopped noticing other girls. This change happened so naturally that he didn't even notice. It was as if, suddenly, the world around you had become a colorless blur compared to the brightness you radiated. The empty space next to him at the party seemed to be the materialization of an unverbalized desire, a silent invitation that he did not know how to accept.

Mattheo was completely consumed by a love that dragged him into an abyss of anguish and unrequited desire. Every furtive look of yours towards you was a silent torture, a constant reminder of the intense and unattainable desire you felt. His thoughts revolved incessantly around you, and the simple fact of seeing you interact with another boy with a deep void forming in his chest, an acute pain that seemed to corrode his soul. At parties and meetings, Mattheo felt like a powerless spectator, trapped in a passion that left him distressed and desolate.

Mattheo, however, remembered the reality, seeing you smile gently at him and Theo while you talked quietly with your friend.

- What happened? Doesn't your dear Adrian accompany you in these places? - Riddle's tone was cruel, clearly demonstrating his pain. - I thought they were together here too, since they practically live together now...

You noticed the cold tone, the smile on your face falls and a confused expression takes over.

- What's wrong with you? Why are you so upset? - Your tone was not accusatory, you were really inclined to understand why he moved so far away.

On the other hand, Theo just carefully observed each interaction.

- I'm not upset. - Riddle practically murmured while quickly drinking the last sip of the drink in his glass, getting up soon after.

You and Theo looked at each other, looking for answers in each other, but both just found doubts.

When you went out to look for him, you couldn't find Mattheo anywhere at the party. I was about to give up when an idea came to your mind: the astronomy tower. Taking a deep breath, he climbed the winding stairs, feeling his heart tighten with each step. Upon reaching the top, the night breeze cut his skin, bringing with it the cold air characteristic of the altitude. The wind was strong, hissing in your ears while the stars shone in the dark sky, as far away as the boy you were looking for seemed to be.

Mattheo was there, leaning against the iron railing, with a lit cigarette between his fingers. He didn't seem to notice his arrival, fixing his gaze on the horizon. The smoke mixed with the cold air, creating a soft fog around it.

- The party doesn't seem like your kind of fun today - you commented, trying to break the silence lightly as you approached.

He released the smoke slowly, without looking at you.

- Maybe it's not. Maybe I don't have patience for the same old things anymore.

You crossed your arms, both because of the cold and because of the tension that was beginning to arise.

- What's going on?

He didn't answer immediately, taking another drag on the cigarette. You waited, but Mattheo's indifference began to annoy you.

- Mattheo, say something. - he insisted, his tone getting firmer.

He put out the cigarette against the cold iron, finally turning his face to face you. His eyes were gloomy, loaded with a weight that you couldn't decipher.

- What I don't understand is why you keep getting closer to Adrian... - The words came out with an unexpected acidity. You blinked, surprise.

- Adrian? What does it have to do with him? We're leaving, yes, but you don't have the right to question me about it. - He took a step forward, his expression hardening.

- I see you together all the time. I don't know how you don't realize how ridiculous this looks.

His heart began to beat harder, but now out of anger.

- Ridiculous? Mattheo, you went out with several girls while I was... while I was here, waiting for you to notice! - The words came out in an outburst that you didn't even know you were keeping. - And you never cared what I thought. How can you want to charge me something like that now?

He looked at you, his face tense for a moment before softening.

- It wasn't the same thing, and you know it. - You laughed, incredulous.

- Wasn't it the same thing? Of course it was. You're just not used to seeing things turning against you. - Mattheo looked down for a moment, as if he was fighting against his own emotions.

- I... I was trying not to get attached. I thought it was better that way, so as not to hurt you. But then Pucey came, and I realized it wasn't working. - He sighed, his voice getting lower. - I don't know how to deal with it. With... us.

His words hit you almost unreally. It was all you had wanted to hear for so long, but now, it seemed so distant, as if he was revealing something too late. The silence that fell between you was heavy, full of unsaid things.

- And what do you want me to do, Mattheo? That I end everything with Adrian just because you finally decided to realize it? - His voice had no more anger, just a sadness that even you didn't expect to feel.

He looked at you, the vulnerable expression, something that was rarely seen in him.

- I don't know. All I know is that... that I care about you. More than I should.

The anger you felt was softening, but that didn't mean that things were resolved. The words you dreamed so much of hearing were finally there, but the time, the context, everything seemed wrong.

- That doesn't make sense now, Mattheo - you murmured, taking a step back, feeling the icy wind chill your skin. - I waited so long for this, and now... I don't know what to think.

He took a step towards her, his eyes intense.

- I'm not asking you to decide now. I just want you to know.

The silence between you two was loaded, the night wind cold and insistent, but the cold you felt seemed to come from within, not only from the wind that cut the air. Mattheo was there, so close, and even with all the barriers he had put up, you felt that something had finally broken. He looked at you in a way he had never had before - there was no longer the distant mystery, but a raw intensity that revealed everything he had been hiding.

You felt a tightness in your chest, your mind spinning in a spiral of doubts and conflicting feelings. But before he could formulate any answer, Mattheo took another step towards him, closing the distance between you. His breathing was heavy, his breath mixed with the smell of cigarettes, and when his eyes met, the world seemed to stop for a moment.

- I tried to get away - he murmured, his voice hoarse, but with a sincerity that you had never heard before. - I swear I tried. But I can't, I can't see you with him, or with anyone else. I can't stand it.

Your heart shot, the weight of his words falling on you like a wave. Reason screamed to keep your distance, not to give in so easily, but every part of you longed for that. He was a mystery that held you, that pulled you into a deep abyss, but at the same time, he was the only one who made your heart beat like that.

- And what do you expect me to do, Mattheo? - your voice came out softer than you intended, the cold around you contrasting with the heat that grew in your chest.

He raised his hand, hesitating for a moment before gently touching his face, his thumb sliding down his cheek with a delicacy that seemed impossible coming from him. Your touch was hot, and the simple gesture made you close your eyes for a second, absorbing the moment.

- I want you to choose me - he whispered, his voice low and full of emotion. - Choose me, not him. Not anymore. Not after everything I... that we...

Before he finished the sentence, you interrupted him, feeling that the words were no longer enough. His lips met his in a sudden, impulsive movement, as if all the accumulated desire had exploded at once. Mattheo reacted immediately, pulling you closer, and the kiss that started soft quickly intensified, full of passion and all the tension you had repressed for so long.

The icy breeze around became insignificant, as if the heat between you was the only real element at that moment. His hands intertaced in your hair, and his arms wrapped you tightly, as if he wanted to make sure you didn't escape anymore. Every second seemed like an eternity, and at the same time, it wasn't enough.

When you finally moved away, his eyes were fixed on yours, his face still close enough for your breaths to mix.

- I've always wanted this - he admitted, his voice soft, almost vulnerable, while a smile appeared. - But I was too inattentive to realize how much I needed you. I won't make the same mistake again.

You stared at him, still trying to process what had just happened. With your heart racing, you smiled slightly, taking your hand to his face, tracing the line of your jaw.

He smiled, a rare smile, almost relieved, and nodded slowly, his eyes shining in a mixture of promise and desire.

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ILOVE YOU MATHEO FANFICS!!! And your Theo ones omg they're so cute and make me smile every time I see them!! Could you do something like this? If you want to of course!

It's like in Brookline nine nine where Jake and Amy have that bet where whoever gets the most arrests by the end of the year get to make the other do whatever they want.

• what if Matty boy or Theo (ether is good Matty would be my pick tho! Or if you like the prompt you could do one for each <3 ) and the reader had a bet about who could get the best marks on a test or something like that.

• And he wins and they make you go on "the worst date ever"

• like Jake made Amy in BNN. But like Jake that's when he realize his feelings for the reader.

Supper fluffy and cute!! Rivals/friends to lovers !

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M.R. || Real love baby

Summary: When a boy pulls a girl's hair, it usually means something more than he actually admits. Warnings: none. A/N: This came out faster than usual because I simply LOVE Jake and Amy. I really hope it met your expectations, I'm delighted with how I was able to construct this text.🫶🏼

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The friendship between you and Mattheo has always been a roller coaster of jokes, provocations and, occasionally, a latent feeling of competitiveness. His blood boiled when he mocked every time a teacher caught his attention, and you reciprocated in the same coin, turning each slip of his into a reason for laughter. These exchanges never went unnoticed, and the common room often echoed with the barbs exchanged between the two of you.

What began as childish games, however, now seemed to gain a different meaning. In the sixth year, the provocations were no longer seen as mere mischief. Their friends, who used to watch from afar, began to observe them with insightful eyes, full of insinuations, as if they saw something you had not yet realized. What was once just an exchange of innocent barbs, now seemed to have a background of palpable tension, almost as if there was something else behind the debauched smiles and defiant looks.

You had grown up. And, over time, new interests have emerged. However, the fun of seeing the other angry for any insignificant reason still aroused an almost childish satisfaction in both. The adrenaline of a small triumph, no matter how small it was, was addictive. And, to your surprise, that night in the communal room would seal a new phase of this dynamic between you.

I was sitting with Theodore, discussing his grades from the previous year. Both were always the best in the class, and there was no more fun in competing with each other. Someone who really challenged his abilities was missing, someone from another house, maybe. But before they could continue the conversation, a familiar voice interrupted their thoughts.

- What are you talking about? - Mattheo appeared, sitting on the sofa in front, his curious expression, almost as if he was sniffing the opportunity to get into the conversation.

You sighed, rolling your eyes. I knew he wouldn't miss the chance to participate.

- We were regretting the lack of a competitor to match - said Theodore, with a convinced air that only served to fuel Mattheo's interest.

- Competitor? - Mattheo frowned, looking genuinely confused, before opening a malicious smile. - Oh, this nonsense of those who get the best grades, isn't it? Well, your problems are over, because the opponent you're looking for is right here.

His laugh was automatic and loud. Mattheo's idea as an academic threat seemed, to say the least, absurd. Theodore also let out a discreet laugh, and Mattheo looked at them with a mixture of challenge and frustration.

- Oh, please, Matty, don't make me laugh. - you said between laughs, barely able to catch your breath.

- I'm serious - he replied, his voice getting softer as his eyes met yours. - Come on, are you so afraid of losing to me?

You narrowed your eyes, trying to keep your composure. The game was getting interesting.

- Afraid of you? - you replied, raising your chin with confidence. - You won't even come close to reaching me, Riddle.

A glow of determination appeared in his eyes, and you knew that from that moment on he was committed. But before he could answer, Pansy, who was watching from afar with a mischievous smile, intruded.

- Bet on a date at the end of classes - she suggested, her voice full of malice. - Whoever loses will have to do what the other wants for one night.

You blinked, surprised by the audacity of the suggestion, but before you could protest, Theodore was already agreeing, a sideways smile on his face.

- Great idea - he murmured, clearly having fun with the situation.

Mattheo didn't waste time. He stretched out his hand with a provocative smile.

- Closed. Get ready for the worst date of your life.

Without hesitation, you shook his hand, sealing the agreement. He knew he was getting into a potentially embarrassing situation, but he also trusted that, as much as Mattheo could be merciless in his provocations, he would never do anything to really hurt or humiliate her. It was a bet, yes, but one that came with a layer of mutual trust.

From that day on, your destiny was sealed. The "meeting" was already a reality, all that remained was to define who would dictate the rules. A part of you longed for the challenge, while another, more cautious, began to wonder if you hadn't underestimated Mattheo.

[...]

The weeks that followed showed that you had, in fact, underestimated Mattheo.

In the first days after the bet, you treated the challenge carefree, almost mocking the idea that he could do well. Mattheo was always the type of student who killed classes, glued to the exams and, in the end, counted on the good will of the teachers to pass the year. However, something has changed.

In recent months, teachers' conversations about Mattheo have started to surprise you. They no longer talked about their lack of discipline, but about their potential. They said he was finally showing how smart he was - something that, in fact, you already knew, but that he never made a point of demonstrating.

Mattheo, who used to seem uninterested, now really studied. Their furtive glances and provocations during classes seemed to hide a new, almost disturbing determination. Every time he raised his hand to answer a question or hit a complicated question, you felt the pressure increase. He was, against all expectations, taking it seriously.

And, little by little, you realized that maybe you were facing an opponent much more prepared than you imagined.

The months passed like a gale, each day bringing with it new provocations and challenges. The agreement, which initially seemed like an innocent joke, had turned into a real war of nerves. Both maintained a serious posture in class, but behind this facade, the tension was visible with each exchange of glances. No opportunity was wasted for a sharp comment, and the friends around had already gotten used to the constant clash between you.

The whole year was a fierce dispute, with comparative grades right after each class, always followed by sarcastic laughter and subtle provocations. In the first weeks, you laughed at Mattheo's attempt to keep up, making a point of spreading rumors among the girls who met him in the library. With a mischievous smile on your lips, you whispered:

- They say that Mattheo Riddle is looking for a girlfriend. He's been spending more time in the library than anywhere else, he must be trying to impress someone.

The giggles echoed through the common room, and in a short time, the rumor ran loose through the corridors of Hogwarts. The result? The library, which used to be a place of concentration and silence, became a battlefield. Girls appeared unexpectedly around Mattheo, curious to know if there was any truth in the rumors. He, visibly irritated, cast looks of disapproval in his direction, knowing very well where that chaos had come from.

On the other hand, he didn't leave it cheap. Knowing that his weak point was concentration, Mattheo took revenge in a calculated way. Whenever you isolated yourself in a corner of the library to study in peace, he appeared, casually, and started a loud conversation, talking about the most random and uninteresting subjects, but enough to divert your attention. Not satisfied, he began to launch provocative comments whenever he passed by you, as if he were talking to himself:

- Oh, how I love to see the despair of those who are afraid of losing a bet.

Or even:

- I heard that some people can't study under pressure... what a shame.

Not to mention the colleagues who suddenly came to ask silly questions or break their silence, clearly instigated by Mattheo. You knew he was behind each of these little sabotages. The environment that was once his refuge for study had become unbearable. Wherever you went, it seemed that Mattheo was always there, ready to disrupt his plans.

In the weeks of tests, the tension intensified. The psychological war continued, and now, everyone used their tricks with precision. The librarian had already lost patience with both of you, and more than once you were reprimanded for "disturbing the study environment". But nothing seemed to be able to interrupt the dispute. You were tied, each test being decided by tenths, sometimes with him in front, sometimes with you.

And then, the last test of the year arrived. It was from Feitiços, one of the most challenging subjects and also the one that both knew could seal the fate of the bet. The room was tense that morning, with the students silent, nervous, frantically reviewing their notes. Mattheo sat in the row in front of his, and before the teacher entered, he turned around, throwing a malicious smile in his direction.

- Ready to lose? Should I reserve the night for your punishment? - he whispered, his tone soft, but loaded with provocation.

You raised an eyebrow, returning the smile with a sparkle in your eyes.

- I hope you've already chosen your worst outfit, Riddle. I don't want it to seem like a complete disaster on our "date".

He laughed softly, shaking his head before turning around. The game was about to end, and they both knew it. Every word exchanged, every defiant look, everything had led to that moment.

When the teacher finally came in and distributed the scrolls, the silence in the room became absolute. The sound of feathers sliding on the paper was the only thing that was heard. Each second seemed to last an eternity while you wrote your answers with determination, maximum concentration. There was no room for mistakes.

From time to time, you noticed Mattheo moving in front of you, but refused to look away for more than a second. I knew that any distraction now could be expensive. When the test finally came to an end, you let out a sigh of relief. But the tension was still in the air. All that was left was to wait for the result.

In the weeks that followed, the provocations did not stop. Mattheo was confident, always making insinuating comments about what he would do if he won the bet. On the other hand, you kept your posture firm, not showing a shred of nervousness.

- Don't worry, Mattheo. I'm sure you'll love to fulfill your part of the agreement. - you said, without ever letting out the anxiety that grew as the day of the delivery of the notes approached.

When the notes were posted on the board, Mattheo's heart accelerated, but he kept his expression confident. You approached soon after, and when you saw the minimal difference between the notes, your heart sank. Mattheo had won. He had taken the best grade, but by such a small margin that it even seemed like a whim of fate. You, who until then had maintained a calm posture, could not avoid an expression of disbelief.

Next to him, Mattheo let out a loud, triumphant laugh. He looked up, as if he had won a great battle.

- I said! - he exclaimed, drawing the attention of everyone around. - I said I was going to win!

He was not satisfied with the silent victory. No, Mattheo wanted everyone to know that he had won the bet. You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to compose yourself while he turned on his heels, laughing as if he had just won Hogwarts' most desired trophy.

- Oh, I can't wait to see this! - Mattheo provoked, approaching you with a mischievous smile. - I hope you enjoyed losing, because now the night is all mine.

You just rolled your eyes, knowing that he wouldn't miss the chance to make the bet worth every penny. Mattheo wasn't content to just win; he needed to make it a show.

[...]

In the afternoon after Mattheo's victory, he and Theodore walked through the busy streets of the Diagonal Street, in search of the perfect piece for the "date" that Mattheo had planned. The sun was high, and the sound of the conversations of the wizards around filled the air. Mattheo, with a malicious smile on his face, was eager to turn the bet into an embarrassing and memorable situation for you. Theodore, next to him, watched him in silence, waiting for the right moment to pull the conversation that was clearly stuck in Mattheo's mind.

- I think this store will do. - said Mattheo, pointing to a window that displayed a collection of exaggeratedly colorful and extravagant clothes. It was the kind of store that didn't care about following trends, but about being the center of attention. Exactly what he was looking for.

When they entered, the environment was even more absurd than the showcase suggested. There were dresses with giant ruffles, shiny capes and hats that almost touched the ceiling. Mattheo took a quick turn, his eyes dancing between the most ridiculous pieces.

- She'll hate it. - he said, holding a pink dress with golden details and voluminous ruffles. - Perfect!

Theodore, with his arms crossed and an ironic smile, watched as Mattheo looked for more options. He knew his friend was having fun with that, but there was something else. There was always something more when it came to Mattheo and you.

- You know, you're trying too hard for this, don't you think? - Theodore commented, casually, while leaning against the store counter.

Mattheo let out a chuckle, without taking his eyes off his clothes.

- I'm trying hard to make sure she's embarrassed. That was the bet. She knew what she was getting into.

Theodore arched an eyebrow, still watching him carefully. He let Mattheo continue for a few more minutes, before deciding it was time to deepen the conversation.

- Right, right... - Theo said, in a carefree tone. - But... why are you so looking forward to it? I mean, it's just a bet. It seems that you are spending more time and money than you should.

Mattheo stopped for a moment, holding a ridiculous piece of clothing in his hands, but didn't answer immediately. His expression, for a brief moment, showed doubt. He looked at Theo, a little annoyed.

- I just want to make sure she learns not to underestimate a Riddle - he finally replied with a forced smile.

Theodore didn't buy the excuse. He took a few steps, approaching Mattheo, and lowered his voice, in a more serious tone.

- Or you really like her... - Theo shot, bluntly, while watching his friend's reaction.

Mattheo frowned immediately, dropping the dress in a macaw next to him.

- You're delirious, Nott. That has nothing to do with liking her. It's just... fun. A bet, remember?

But Theodore, undisturbed, just shrugged.

- Of course, of course. It's just a bet - he said, with sarcasm in his voice. - But let's think a little... You spent the whole year teasing her, Mattheo. Calling her attention in every possible way. He told girls to talk to her just to annoy her, he did everything to disrupt her studies, and now... he's personally choosing the most ridiculous outfit he can get for this date.

Mattheo turned around, crossing his arms and staring at Theo with a closed expression.

- And what's wrong with that? - he countered, defensively.

Theo took a few more steps, now closer to Mattheo.

- What's up with that? - he repeated, shaking his head with a smile. - You spent hours thinking about it, Mattheo. Hours. For someone who says it's just a bet, you're spending a lot of time on it. That's not just fun, Mattheo. Admitting that won't kill you.

Mattheo clenched his fists for a moment, clearly frustrated with the direction of the conversation. He wanted to deny it. He wanted to laugh at Theodore's face and say that it was absurd. But the words got stuck in the throat.

Theo, realizing his friend's discomfort, gave another accurate blow.

- How much time have you spent thinking about how to provoke her this year? And how many times have you done this because, deep down, you didn't want her to move away? - Theo let out a low laugh and shook his head. - All this, Mattheo, all these provocations... were just an excuse. An excuse to stay close to her, to ensure that she kept noticing you.

Mattheo snorted, trying to ignore the truth in Theodore's words. He took another piece of clothing, trying to divert the focus from the conversation.

- You don't know what you're talking about, Nott - he said, harshly, but his voice didn't have the same firmness as before.

Theo approached again, now with a softer smile.

- I know exactly what I'm talking about. And, deep down, you also know. - He took one last look at the ridiculous dress that Mattheo was holding and sighed, as if he was accepting something inevitable. - But it's okay. Keep pretending it's just a bet. I just hope you realize what's really going on before it's too late.

With that, Theodore walked away, leaving Mattheo alone with his thoughts and the clothes he had chosen. The silence that followed in the store seemed to weigh more than before. Mattheo stood there for a few seconds, staring at the dress in his hands, but his mind was elsewhere. Theo's words reverberated in his head, and for the first time, he wondered if the bet wasn't just an excuse to hide what he felt all the time.

[...]

The next morning, Mattheo seemed to have completely buried Theodore's words. His provocation was the same as always, but maybe with an extra touch of sarcasm. The most ridiculous costume he could find was carefully left at his door, wrapped in an almost solemn way. The box, with a dark green bow, seemed to mock you. Despite knowing exactly what was inside, you spent the day ignoring it, leaving the package untouched next to the door while trying to keep your head busy with anything other than the "date" that would happen later.

The provocations between you continued throughout the day, as if everything was normal. Mattheo seemed to have fun every time their eyes met, and you just rolled your eyes, determined to pretend that nothing would happen. But as the day progressed, reality began to weigh on you. There was no way to avoid it anymore.

When the sun finally set, you knew it was time to face the challenge. With a heavy sigh, he took the wrapping from the door, already feeling the weight of the humiliation that was to come. The contents of the box did not disappoint. The pink dress was a freak, with a huge golden bow that adorned her back, so exaggerated that it looked more like a gift wrapping than a piece of clothing. The voluminous skirt gave the impression that you were ready for an 80s debutante ball, and the boots... Oh, the boots were a monstrosity. Black and worn, with a low and clumsy heel that did not match at all with the rest of the set.

Resigned, you dressed up the best you could. Your hair, at least, was beautiful, and you decided that, if you were going to be ashamed, the least you could do was keep your dignity intact. She went downstairs to the communal room, where some of her friends were already waiting for her, evidently curious to see the disaster that Mattheo had planned.

- This is a nightmare - you grumbled, as you approached, without trying to disguise your frustration. - After that, I can forget about getting any boyfriend.

Pansy laughed softly, covering her mouth with her hand, while Blaise and Theo exchanged complicit glances. Mattheo, who was standing next to the fireplace, couldn't contain a laugh.

- Oh, go, don't be dramatic. - Mattheo said, with a glint of amusement in his eyes. - I guarantee that, after today, you will be the most talked about person in Hogwarts.

You crossed your arms, trying to maintain dignity, although you knew you were already lost.

- Spoken for the wrong reasons, maybe - you replied, your voice loaded with sarcasm.

Mattheo just laughed more, taking a step forward.

- Come on, come down soon. We don't have all night. - He made a theatrical gesture with his hand, indicating that you should come closer.

When you finally came up completely, the muffled laughter began. His friends, no matter how loyal they were, couldn't help it. Pansy and Daphne covered their mouths to try to hide how much fun they were having, while Theo and Blaise watched with the looks of those who knew that it was an unmissable show. But the most surprising was Mattheo's reaction. He stopped for a moment, his lips curving in a smile, but his eyes... Well, his eyes seemed surprised.

Even with all that ridiculous outfit, you could still look beautiful, which clearly disarmed you for a brief second. The dress, as absurd as it was, highlighted the curve of her waist and the delicate features of her face. And, for a thousandth of a second, Mattheo forgot the real goal of the bet.

But he soon recovered, shaking his head and returning to the carefree and provocative attitude.

- Well, well... - he said, crossing his arms and tilting his head to observe you better. - I think a detail is missing.

Before you could ask what he meant, Mattheo took something from behind him and extended it towards him. A track, similar to those of Miss Universe, but with an inscription that made her stomach turn: "Mattheo Riddle is amazing".

You looked at him, incredulous.

- You can only be joking - you murmured, but Mattheo kept smiling, swinging the banner in the air as if it were a prize.

- Come on, you can't miss it. This is part of the agreement. - He insisted, his eyes shining with malice.

- That wasn't in the agreement - you replied, with narrow eyes, but you knew it would be useless to argue.

Mattheo just laughed and extended the band.

- Oh, but it was you who said I could choose whatever I wanted. And now I want everyone to know how amazing I am. - He winked, clearly having fun at the expense of his indignation.

With a sigh, you took the band and reluctantly put it on the dress. It was the height of ridicule, but when he looked at Mattheo, he realized that, as much as he was having fun, there was something more in his eyes. Something beyond provocation.

- Now, make a turn for everyone to see - he ordered, with a mischievous smile.

You rolled your eyes, but turned on your heels, feeling the huge bow hit your back, while the muffled laughter around echoed through the room. Mattheo applauded in an exaggerated way, as if you were at a fashion show.

- Perfect! - he said, laughing, and approached, putting an arm around his shoulders. - And now, let's enjoy this unforgettable night.

And so, you left for Três Vassouras, where Mattheo had scheduled everything. The songs, the dances, even the places where they would sit. His friends, of course, went together, ready to watch every second of this show, but, as much as Mattheo's plan was going to embarrass you, the truth was that while you walked next to him, something seemed different. Maybe it was the way he looked at you, or the fact that, as ridiculous as the situation was, you were about to have more fun than you ever imagined.

When you arrived at Três Vassouras, the environment was full of life, with laughter and conversations filling the air. But as soon as they passed through the door, the bar seemed to stop for a moment. All eyes turned to you, as if you had just witnessed a scene worthy of a comedy play. Your exaggerated pink dress, with your voluminous skirt and the golden bow on the back, made you look like a clumsy doll. And next to it, Mattheo, dressed in a gigantic tuxedo, with his sleeves and pants folded up in an almost comical way, didn't help improve the situation.

The laughter echoed around, and you felt your face burn with shame. People whispered, pointed and laughed shamelessly. You tried to hide the discomfort, but you felt everyone's gaze as if you were on a stage, exposed in a way you never imagined. Mattheo, on the other hand, seemed impassive, with a malicious smile on his lips as he walked next to him to the table at the back of the bar, completely ignoring the reactions around him.

You cast an angry look at his disproportionate tuxedo, muttering something low.

- That was... a creative choice, at least - you commented, still trying to adapt to the situation.

He shrugged, fixing the exaggerated collar.

- It's all part of the show, princess.

As much as you were angry, you ended up laughing at the situation, especially when the buttery beers arrived. The sweet and creamy drink, as always, brought a little warmth and relief to the discomfort, and before you knew it, your friends were already around, laughing and pulling you to dance.

At first, he hesitated. She was too ridiculous to move, but the lightness of the jokes and the excitement of the night began to weigh more than the embarrassment. Soon, you were in the middle of the track, spinning and laughing with Pansy, Draco and the others. Each sip of buttery beer made the dress look less absurd, and the music helped to forget the looks around. Suddenly, it didn't matter anymore that I was dressed like a party cake. Only the fun and the shared laughter mattered.

While you danced, forgotten about the initial shame, Mattheo, from afar, watched with a different expression. He was leaning against the counter, a beer in his hand, but he barely touched it. Instead, his eyes were fixed on you, the way he moved carefree, laughing and spinning to the sound of the music. He didn't realize the exact moment when he stopped thinking all that was a joke.

Theodore's words, said the day before, echoed in his mind. At that moment, inside the store, he had vehemently denied any feeling. But now, seeing you so at ease, with a genuine smile on your face, the provocations and games seemed distant. All he could do was watch you, as if it was the first time he really noticed how much you enchanted him.

The time they spent provoking each other, the jokes, the competitions... all this was dissolving in Mattheo's mind as he looked at you that night. Theodore was right, he noticed. Maybe all that would have been an excuse, a way to disguise what he had been feeling all the time.

And now, with you dancing and laughing so freely, he couldn't pretend anymore. The smile he showed to others was always a mask, but at that moment, looking at you, he felt something real. A slight tightness in his chest that he couldn't ignore.

Without realizing it, Mattheo let out a deep sigh. It was no longer a matter of provoking or winning bets. There was something else there, something he hadn't been able to admit even to himself.

And, for the first time, he stopped fighting against that.

Damn, he really fell in love with you.

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Nightmares 

you leave Mattheo by himself in bed in the middle of the night to use the bathroom because, you currently have a growing baby sitting on your bladder. Meanwhile, Mattheo has a nightmare, and panics when he can’t find you.

You open your eyes in the middle of the night, shaking awake. You have never awoken in the middle of the night by yourself or for a reason- but tonight you did. You were pregnant. Only a few weeks of course. During your last year of Hogwarts(during the battle), there was a lot of it. And when I mean a lot I mean A LOT(when y’all had time and you weren’t being such a bad bitch killing dementors) You quickly try to get out of bed and you get pulled back in quickly by strong arms.

Your dear husband, Mattheo. Mattheo was never this clingy at night, always flirty, always mischievous, in control, cocky, but at time like these, he was soft and gentle with you. Still in control, cocky and annoying AS FUCK, but still soft. Cuddles were a must. Not a yes or no, a must. He understood as a pregnant lady, you needed space, and would accept it(sometimes) but most times he’ll hold you close to him, his arms wrapped around your tight frame, your arms wrapped around his middle, both of you sleeping in content.

And even if you tried to get away at night- to use the bathroom, sneak out for a walk by yourself, or go get food from downstairs,HE WOULD NOT LET YOU GO.

But as you feel his arms tighten, you crawl under the covers and out to the restroom. You didn’t have time for clingy right now at the moment- YOU HAD TO GO PEE!

Mattheo wakes up to screaming. He jolts up and realizes he’s chained to a chair. He sees you, and his father. He pulls against the chains frantically as he sees he father pointing the wand at your neck. This scene was familiar. To familiar.

Then it clicks. Battle of Hogwarts. Malfoy Mansion. Voldy Moldy had kidnapped you because he found out you were pregnant with his grandchild. Who is prophesied to be the next chosen one, the next heir to slytherin throne.

When Mattheo found this out, the Slytherin Gang and the Golden Trio banded up to get up back. And that’s when their planned failed. And Mattheo couldn’t get this even out of his head. He couldn’t. He was so close to losing you and his child. The reason you survived was your powers. And Mattheo was so grateful. But he can’t stop replaying this memory.

“Oh my dear boy. Did you really think that I wasn’t keeping tabs on you and your fiancée? I wasn’t keeping an eye on your future?I’ve seen it all. Your child is going to be powerful. The next heir of Slytherin.” Voldy says. “Father just let her go. Don’t lay a finger on her. If you need someone of power just take me, don’t hurt her, please-”

“SILENCE.” He says. Tears pour down your face. You were in pain, your heart was in pain, and you could feel Mattheo’s fear. Fear that you would leave him forever if he made one wrong move. One wrong move and he could lose the only two people that love him. The only two people he loves.

“Let’s see the gender shall we?” Voldy asks teasingly to his son. Mattheo grits his teeth as his Father walks closer to you, pressing the wand against your neck. He waves his hand over your stomach and smiles widely(which was creepy AF). “Well?” Mattheo growls. “It’s a boy.” He says. Mattheo smiles in spite of the situation. He’s always wanted a boy. He wouldn’t mind a girl, but a boy was what he wanted. A boy that was his carbon copy but had all his mother’s traits…

“But my boy…” Voldy says and Mattheo oooks around again. Snakes are everywhere. And you are no where to be found. “Y/N!” He yells. Voldy grabs his face and looks him in the eye. “You’ll never be good enough for them. Not enough power can make you be good enough to for them. Because my boy, you are nothing. You’ve always be nothing. Despite that façade you give everyone, you’re just a weak little boy desperate for my approval.” Mattheo feels tears prick at the corner of his eyes. “And if you can’t be good enough for her, how will you good for everyone else?” Voldy laughs. “Because you are nothing.”

Mattheo gasps and throws the covers off immediately. Realizing you aren’t there he jumps out of bed. “Baby? Darling? Love?” He whispers, running around frantically. He sees the bathroom light on and knocks on the bathroom door, frantic to see you.

“Come in.” Your angelic voice calls to him. He rushes in and kneels down in front of you. “Mattheo?” You question, as he was on his knees for you. For the third time in the row.

The first one was when he had to kneel for your life, you and your son’s life. The second was when he proposed before the chaos of the Battle. And the third was now. He kneels and looks up at you desperately. “Are you mine?” He whispers softly for you to hear. “Yes. I’m your wife.” “Are you okay?” He asks. It clicks. He had a nightmare about you in the Malfoy Mansion, when Voldy had you at the brink of death. When he has those nightmares, you realized he asks you confirming questions, to make sure that the stuff he sees is his reality. “Yes. I’m okay.”

Mattheo then puts his hand on your small bump. “Is he okay?” You nod. “He’s okay.” Mattheo stands and kisses you desperately. You kiss back and he gently picks you up and carries you to the bed. You break away and pull him down on the bed, where he instantly cuddles you. “I love you so much baby. So, so much.” He whispers. You brush his curls from his face and smile. “We love you more Theo.”

How Each Slytherin Boy Will React To A Nightmare/ Your Nightmare

WARNINGS: SWEARING, MAKEOUTS, IMPLIED SMUT, TRAUMA

NOTE: THIS IS A FEMININE READER AND KINDA 18+

Mattheo Riddle:

“I-I can’t stay with you anymore Mattheo. I can’t.”

Mattheo gasps as he awakes from the dream. You’re sitting awake, reading one of Mattheo’s most loved(recently hated books)- Romeo and Juliet.

“Are you okay Theo?” You ask, your angelic voice sounding in his ears. “You wont leave me… will you baby?” He asks timidly. “Of course not baby! What would make you think that?” You ask. Realization hits you like a truck. “You had a bad dream, haven’t you?” You ask. You trace the scar on the side of his head. He nods and leans into your touch. “Whatever it was, it isn’t true.” He pulls you to his chest and kisses you. “I can’t lose you.” He whispers, resting his forehead against yours. He can’t lose you he just can’t. After the trauma he’s been through, the experiences with his father, and everything being taken away from him, you’re his light in the darkness. You’re his. But the feeling that he feels in his dreams is that he will lose you forever. You kiss his nose and massage his hair. “You won’t. I’m not going anywhere baby. I’m staying right here with you love.” He kisses you again and you run your hands down his chest lightly. “Now let’s get you some sleep.” You say. Mattheo smiles and kisses you one more time. God he just loves you so fucking much. “I love you so fucking much y/n.” He says, slowly running his hands down your thighs.

“Mattheo-” You whisper. “Come on baby. Just one?” He pleads. You look down into his puppy dog eyes and sigh. “Well- I guess it won’t hurt-” Mattheo pushes you down on the bed and starts kissing you passionately, all remaining images of the nightmare leaving his head, his only attention was to love you.

Tom Riddle:

“You’re a hopeless person, I don’t want to love a hopeless person.”

You wake up instantly and feel Tom’s arms pulling you up, and placing you on his lap. His eyes are filled with concern as he looks you over, making sure you aren’t injured. “My darling, are you alright?” Tears brim at your waterline and you move away from him but he pulls you back in. “My love.” He says, prompting you to say something, say something so that he would stop worrying so much. You start sobbing. Not the cute sobs, the heavy, snot dripping, heaving sobs. You hurt your face in Tom’s shoulder and just keep sobbing like a baby. Tom stiffens, not used to seeing you crying so… dramatically. Then he puts his arms around you and shushes you gently, rubbing your back and kissing your hair.

Once you stopped sobbing, he cups your cheek and stares into your eyes, looking through your mind for a clue of what has upset you. Finally he finds the sentence that sent you into hysterics, and he scoffs. “What?” You say. “My sweet Y/n. You’re not hopeless. And I don’t know where this stupid idea of you being hopeless has come from.”

He kisses you and pulls away. “And you know very well, I don’t associates with dumb, incapable idiots. You, sweetness, are not a dumb, incapable idiot.” You giggle slightly and he kisses your forehead. “I love you Tom.” You say. “I love you too.” Tom looks at you again with a mischievous grin. “Now since you have waken me up, how about we have a little bit of fun, hmm?”

Draco Malfoy:

“Pure blood or not, I don’t want you. I can’t stand to see you, the thought of you makes me sick.”

“Must you give me scares every night?” He says, walking over and kneeling in front of you. “I don’t mean to Dray. I expect you would stay asleep whenever I leave.” You say softly. You notice the tense look on your face and cup his face. He sighs as he feels the cold silver of your wedding ring travel over his face.

“Did you have a nightmare?” You ask softly. He nods and snuggles into your chest, keeping you close to him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask. “No.” He says. You nod again and keep brushing his platinum blonde hair away from his face. He leans up and kisses you, and you put your hands on the sides of his face. “If you stay with me and don’t wander off, love, I’ll feel better.” Draco says. You nod and kiss him again as he carries you both back to your shared bedroom to sleep soundly again, so Draco wouldn’t have to worry deep down that his nightmares will come true, and he’ll never be able to hold you close to him.

Lorenzo Berkshire :

“I don’t want YOU y/n. I want her. She’s the girl I’ve been wanting, not you. You’re nothing compared to her.”

Tears spring to your eyes for the millionth time tonight as you stare at the ocean waves. The night terror you had wasn’t true. Enzo loves you more than his own life. You both were married fourteen hours ago. You’re on your honeymoon with the love of your life. And yet the insecurity and fear of him leaving you had come up on the happiest day of your life. You saw the jealous looks on many girls faces as you were pronounced husband and wife. You saw the girls flirting with Enzo as he talked to the guest(who you promptly told to fuck off) You saw the girls envying your beautiful (but hella expensive) dress. Enzo saw them too, and kissed you every time he saw the insecurity flooding your eyes, whispering sweet nothings.

“Why are you outside and not in bed with me love?” Enzo says sleepily as he gets out of bed. You turn around and smile lightly. “No reason.” Enzo approaches you and looks down and frowns. He catches a tear falling from your eye and looks at you. “Why are you crying love?” “I had a nightmare.” He sighs sympathetically. “What was it about?” Another wave of tears flood down your face. “You said you didn’t w-want m-me.” You say. Enzo wipes the tears again and pulls you inside the room. “Love, why didn’t you wake me?” He sighs. “I didn’t want to seem like a bother.” He holds your chin and stares you in the eyes.

“Listen to me. You are my wife, the love of my life, the only person I’ll listen to, the only person that’s put my heart back together and kept it, and hasn’t broken it. You are NEVER a bother, do you understand? No girl in this damn world could ever love me like you do. No girl compares. I don’t want another girl, and you’re the only girl that catches my eye. You are mine, and I am yours. You are mine, and I’m never letting you go. Do you understand darling?”

You nod. “I need a spoken answer love.” He says. “I understand.” He sighs and looks at you. “Do you know how much I love you Y/n? Can you comprehend how much?” You shrug. “I don’t know Enzo… you’ll have to show me.” A smirk appears on your face and Enzo chuckles. “Oh you cheeky little minx.” He growls, and kisses you passionately, running his hands up your silk nightgown.

Theodore Nott

“I-I don’t love you Theo. Anymore!”

Theo winces again as he hears your angelic voice in his head, the things that shook him awake. He had left you in bed, placing a kiss on your cheek before leaving out of the house and into the garden, grabbing a pack of cigarettes on the way out.

He lets out one puff and takes it out of his mouth sighing. He could still see your tear stained face as you left him. He had called out to you, more like screamed after you but you had already run away. He sighs again and puts the cigarette back in his mouth, closing his eyes.

“Why did you leave me Teddy?” Theo hears. His fiancée’s voice was filled with sleep and concern for him. He’s never left her in bed alone, never. He was always in their bedroom even if he had a nightmare. Bad nightmares he would sit up and cuddle her tightly, his personal dream catcher. But he’s never left her.

“Why are you up princess? It’s late.” He mutters. “I’m up because my fiancé left me in bed, by myself, causing me to worry, when it’s obvious he’s had a nightmare, and he won’t admit it to me because of how stubborn he is.” You snap. “Theo you promised me that you would be open with me. You promised. And you never break your promises.” You say. He stays silent. “If you don't want to tell me that’s fine. But just- don’t leave me like that again.” You say. You walk off and get pulled back in. Theo wraps his arms around your waist and rests his forehead against yours. Then, in the most heartbroken voice, he whispers a sentence that just breaks your heart.

“Don’t leave me princess. Don’t leave me.” You feel his emotions strongly as he whispers this you. “I’m not leaving you Teddy. Never.”

A/N: Okay this was kinda cringe and sucky but I hope you liked it!

Theodore Nott x Oc muggle - Fanfic: https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/370478169-%E1%B4%9B%CA%9C%E1%B4%87-%E1%B4%8D%E1%B4%9C%E1%B4%85%CA%99%CA%9F%E1%B4%8F%E1%B4%8F%E1%B4%85-theodore-nott

Siempre me pareció interesante la dinámica de Theodore Nott enamorandose de una persona con un estatus de sangre diferente al suyo, pero en vez de hacer la tipica versión donde es una maga mestiza, en este caso es una muggle que logra cautivar su atención, y es por eso que estoy escribiendo este fanfic! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ ᯓ★ Asique los introduzco a "The Mudblood": En los laberintos sombríos del mundo mágico, Theodore Nott, hijo de un mortífago encarcelado, se ahoga en un mar de excesos y desesperación. Pero cuando una enigmática bailarina muggle irrumpe en su vida, despierta en él una obsesión peligrosa. Entre el hechizo de su baile y la barrera de sus diferentes mundos, Theodore se debate entre la redención y la perdición, enfrentando un dilema que desafía todo lo que creía saber sobre el amor, la sangre, su estaus y su vida mágica. Si les interesa acompañen me en el trascurso de esta historia de romance, sangre y magia જ⁀➴ Gracias!

i did NOT expect snape to be winning what😭

WELL WE’VE STILL GOT 20 HOURS SO💪💪

Theodore Nott Headcannons!!

• Definitely has stolen a lipstick of yours to write Slut on the mirror to piss off Pansy. They have a rivalry of some sort, but it means well. It will never go too too far. But far enough to piss one another off for a week or so.

• The amount of times Draco or Blaise-with a drunk Mattheo by their side- has dropped off Theodore at your dorm, black out drunk is to many times to count. He’ll be laughing and giggling with Mattheo while you stare at them with your dorm door wide open.

• Has a staring problem when it comes to you. He just can’t help but stare at you and your features. Bonus points if you have unique features such as your eyes or nose, he won’t be able to take his eyes off of you.

• After one to many shots and laying in your bed, he likes to run his fingers over your features. He’ll move his finger across the the bridge of your nose, tracing your lips, and the whole nine yards. You may not see it during the day, but at night when he is vulnerable around you, he becomes smitten over you.

• When he first saw you in 5th year-you had been going to Hogwarts for literally the same time as him, but he never noticed you till now- he was in a trance with how you looked. He just couldn’t seem to pull his eyes away from you and your captivating face.

• There is something about you that he can’t get enough of. Like their is a hunger in him, and only you can fill that inside of him. He yearns for your love, affection, touch, attention everything. What he would go through just to have your eyes on him and only him.

You guys had met through a class during your fifth year and he just couldn’t stop staring at you. His friends thought he was possessed or something was wrong with him, but he was just stuck in a trance like state staring at you. You were an opposite of him, and that was something he had craved. Something different, a challenge- someone to rough him up and give him a hard time. You were like most, brains and looks yet you had a beauty that was alluring. He just couldn’t seem to get enough of you face and your attitude. If you were something he had to try for, so be it.

Draco Malfoy Headcannons!!

• He has a locket necklace that is hidden somewhere in his dorm room of the confession note that you had given him in 4th year. He never gave you a chance until the near end of 4th year, early 5th year.

• He cried in your arms for days on end after getting the dark mark- he was absolutely sure that you would leave him, yet you didn’t, that was something he never understood.

• A dark heart just needs a little fixing, and that was him. You had soften the heart of Draco Malfoy, giving him a fresh perspective of life, what was going on and what there was to come.

• At first he was so nervous to introduce you to his friend group because he thought that you wouldn’t like them or they would think you weren’t enough for Draco, but you had actually fitted in better with the group than anyone who else had tried to join years before.

• Draco loves to hand you little notes during class to distract you and to watch your smile appear on your face as you read the sweet words he wrote in the note:

‘Hey pretty girl, I just want you to know I was thinking about you this morning when I saw Neville walking past me with some flowers that he was bringing to the greenhouse. I also thought of you when I smelled the coffee that Blaise had poured this morning at breakfast. You should spend the night at my dorm, maybe watch the sunrise with me?- Love, Draco’

• After dating you for a year, he didn’t care what others thought of relationship between him and you. Nobody would expect it, but Draco Malfoy had fallen in love. He had fallen hard in love with You.

• Smells like apple, cinnamon, old books and coffee.

‘All I wanted was for you to love me’- Mattheo Riddle Headcannons!! (Sad & Soft)

• He had known that he wanted to be with you since 3rd year. It has always been that way, and it always will. When he saw you for the first time sitting at the great hall, talking and laughing, he knew he was in love.

• He had a very low self esteem, causing him to bottle up his problems about himself and fall into an episode due to these thoughts he has about himself. He’ll doubt himself every waking moment- finding something wrong with him if you even seem slightly out of place.

• He’s always hates his natural, curly hair. Always wetting it in the morning and throughout the day, but one time when he was sick and wasn’t able to constantly wet his hair, you saw it for the first time and thought it was the cutest thing. Ever since that one day, he has fallen in love with his natural hair.

• He surprisingly likes it when you lightly trace his scars with your nails or fingers. He likes the feeling of your nails gently scratching at his bare back, feeling your fingers go over and touch his scars.

• Mattheo has already made up his mind, once he graduates, he is running away with you to start a new life, a new chapter. He wants to start a family with you, give you his last name, call you His, and you call him Yours.

• He’ll never say it out loud but, when he sometimes wakes up before you do, he likes to look at you and just realize how lucky he is. He is thankful that he has you- and he’ll remind you that every single day.

• His hugs are some of the greatest things out there. He likes to give full body, strong, long and warm hugs. There isn’t a small, quick hug when it comes to you. He’ll hold you and hold you, he never pulls away first. Not even after an argument.

A knock is what woke him up from his light slumber. Without you by his side during the night, he couldn’t sleep well, he would wake up every few minutes. All he could do was toss and turn before falling asleep again, but once he saw you standing at his dorm door with your eyes slightly pink from all the crying that you did, your lashes wet from your tears, and your cheeks and nose tinted pink, he knew everything was gonna be alright. You had ran into his arms, clinging onto him- clutching your hands to his shirt, holding onto it as if he would disappear if you didn’t. He just held onto you, wrapping one arm around the back of your neck, bringing your body closer, and using his other hand to rake his fingers though your hair. You knew you were gonna be just fine.

• Smells like oak wood and vanilla- if you really smell him closely, you can smell the cigarette brand that he smokes on his hoodie.

‘Is that what you want?’- Theodore Nott Headcannons!!

• Surprisingly he likes the band Deftones. While on break for a holiday at Hogwarts, he decided he wanted to visit the muggle world to make him forget about his problems and have fun going to parties. Well at one of them, he heard the song Mascara and actually liked it.

• He touches his nose or his neck a lot whenever he is nervous or uncomfortable- so watch out for that!

• Gets tired really easily, so you’ll be in class with him and look over to see him passed out, back in pain from how he is practically laying across the table. You can’t help but giggle at how confused he gets when the teacher calls on him.

• He loves the feeling of your nails in his hair, it brings back some kind of comfort to him. He doesn’t know where it is from, but he just likes the feeling of it.

• Listens to The Smiths because of Mattheo and his obsession with them. It’s hard to say his favorite song cause he can’t seem to pick one.

A little thought of him;

“You know, you’re a lot nicer like this…” he mumbled into your hair as you hide your face into his neck. He is able to smell the scent of the shampoo that you use- it makes him feel at home. “I know you are asleep, and that’s alright, but I want you to know how much I love you. I love you more than anything.” He whispers, placing a kiss on the crown of your head before closing his eyes and breathing in your scent. He knows that this is what he wants. You.

‘Aren’t we just terrified?’- Tom Marvolo Riddle Headcannons!!

• In full trust, he thinks that love is non existent and isn’t a true feeling. Just something that muggles had made up and has somehow fallen into the hands of the wizarding world.

• If he was a song, one of the songs that he’d be is Rosyln by Bon Iver & St. Vincent. But instead at being at its normal pace, it would definitely be the slower version of the song. Add rain, and you’ve got yourself Tom Riddle.

• Not even joking, it took years and I mean YEARS to make Tom fall for you in the slightest way. Now don’t be fooled though, just because you guys are together doesn’t mean you get treated any differently. Sorry.

• He has actual diaries that he will write in and will keep them locked up for years. He has them locked up and hidden so well, you’d have to demolish Hogwarts just to find them, or solve an extremely hard task to find them.

• Surprisingly he smells like the way the air smells after it rains, morning dew, coffee, old books and a cologne of a clean scent.

• Again with the rain stuff, he is the rain. He smells like it, his emotions match up perfectly and everything. He likes the rain as well. He likes to listen to it while studying, reading or writing.

‘And I keep falling in this darkness’- Blaise Zabini Headcannons!!

• I’ll say this right here, right now, Blaise knows his worth- and that is a fact. He doesn’t play around with his feelings and how he is treated. If he is treated off or is disrespected, he’ll drop the person who is the culprit of it.

• Blaise leads in the relationship. He plans the dates, he leaves the letters or notes telling you one what to wear or where you are going. He’ll buy you things, such a books that you need for class, or for a special day- such as a 1 year anniversary or birthday- things like that.

• Blaise is a little new to the whole love game, as when he grew up he never had something to base love off of. Or it was never long enough to set an example or an expectation.

• Very fond of dancing, specifically slow dancing with you in the common room late at night as it is just you two and the sound of the crackling fire as you two danced away and how he would spin you around before grabbing you and dipping you than bringing you to your feet again.

• He’s a smart guy and enjoys spending time with you, even if it means just sitting in a library, studying together in silence. He loves all of it.

• You had asked out Blaise I’m your 6th year, he had small feelings for you, not a huge feeling for up you but slowly yet surely he fell in love with you.

• Smell expensive, some rich cologne with the addition of coffee and clean laundry.